#let danny say fuck

[jadedwolf18-blog]

Mini Phantom Invasion.

Hi, I plan for this to be a series of inter connected one shots based on some of my favorite prompts. I’m a huge Tim Drake/Red Robin x Danny phantom shipper, so for now most of my fics will feature them. Once I’ve end this series, I’ll try branching out to other relationships Danny could have with the bats.

I can’t remember where I got all of them but I’ll try to tag as I find them. If anyone notices a prompt or plot they’ve seen please let me know or tag the person it came from. I’m knew to posting on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to how to tag and insert links. Thank you.

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Chapter 1

Danny was not having a good day. He’d had a fight with his parents about ghost hunting, stating clearly that he had no interest in their bias views on an entire species based on one encounter when they were young. It had escalated to the point where they blamed his lack of interest on the fact that he was spending to much time with his sister and his female friends. 

He’d had enough! He left mid argument and was contemplating just packing up and moving into the Ghost Zone permanently. As he’d slammed the door he could hear his parents shouts for him to come back and once again blaming his behaviour on a ghost.

What did his sexuality have to do with ghost hunting? And what was wrong with wanting to be more feminine sometimes? He honestly didn’t understand why they found it so weird or wrong for him to swap between genders and pronouns? Jazz, Sam and Tucker accepted him as he was, they didn’t but an eye when he would randomly say ‘she’, ‘they’ or ‘him’, they just continued the conversation with the new pronoun and that was that. They understood and accepted that sometime he felt male or female or neither. He was lucky to have them. 

The day just seemed to continue down hill from there. It was summer vacation so Sam was forced to spend time with her parents at some rich holiday resort, Tucker had won a spot in some sort of tech camp and Jazz was still at College working on a finals thesis and was unable to come back for the summer. He was essentially alone for the summer. He could hang out with Val but she was working a lot and he didn’t want to bother her. He still felt guilty about her dad losing his job, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

*****

After leaving the house he’d found a place to transform and let the cool rings of light soothe him and took off into the sky. After finding out they could survive in space it became their favourite way to relax, they’d spend ours exploring space, even hang out on the moon. Thank you high speed and portal powers. Their Phantom form had changed in the last two years. People could no longer tell if they were male or female and he looked less human now. Thankfully, they looked nothing like their alternate future self. When their legs melded together their ghostly tail looked more eel like and their ears were longer and thiner, resembling delicate fins. Jazz and their friends had joked about how the acted like cat ears. Lastly their face was now a pale mint color, almost white and translucent, his eyes were still the same luminous ecto-green with deep blue pupils. The only similarity to Dan, that they could see, were the fangs and longer hair both of which were also present in their human form.

*****

They had been flying around Amity, a somewhat lazy patrol of his claimed haunt, it was a calm night. Ever since they had defeated Pariah Dark the other ghost had calmed down and came to Amity less frequently. A few still came to bug them, namely Skulker, Ember, Johny and Kitty. Young Blood and Boxy more frequently than the others and of course Cujo came by often. Their visits were more to do with fulfilling their obsessions than anything else. Danny’s obsession was Space but so was Protection. They needed to fulfil both to some extent or suffer from a form of ghost hunger. It was a win win situation even if they did go back… home? Was it really still a home? 

Before they could go down that dark spiral again their instincts took over and they narrowly dodged a bright green shot that had been aimed at their head. Whirling around and flying higher out of range they looked at their attacker and just stared.

“of course it’s them.” They muttered. Before repeating it with more venom than they thought they were capable of. Which was shocking because not even Vlad had receive as much hatred in the entirety of the time they’ve known him than in that split second they felt it towards their own parents. “Of fucking course it’s them!”

They blink away the shock of such an intense emotion and huffed. Not even bothering to acknowledge them they turned around to leave. That had been a mistake. They’d barely made it a few paces before pain bloomed across their back as an Eco-blast shredded the fins on their lower back and bit deep into their flesh. They bit back a cry of shock as they felt themselves plummet from the sky. It took a moment but they gathered enough concentration to open a portal. He didn’t care where they ended up as their only thought was ‘Somewhere safe.’

They fell through and just before they lost consciousness, they heard their parents yell after him.

“Get back here you ghost scum, so we can rip you apart molecule by molecule!”

“We won’t forgive you for corrupting our Danny!”

‘Of course… It’s always Phantoms fault…’ Danny’s world turned black as he continued to fall. Maybe when they opened their eyes again all of it would have been a dream.

*****

Somewhere in the infinite green a Grandfather clock chimed. A screen flickered. Time flowed on.

“All is as it should be.”

Chapter 2

(I'm Not A Cynic Song by Alec Benjamin)

Danny pulled their little floating ducks out of their personal pocket dimension and set them to gently drift in the hot spring. They had found it while wandering the forest. Their lower back still ached and they were a little worried about how it hadn’t healed completely yet.

*****

They didn’t know where they were or how long they had been in this dimension but they were safe and alone for the time being. When they’d woken up, the first thing they did was try to figure out where they were. thankfully no-one had discovered them, tucked away in the underbrush of the forest they had landed in. They’d let invisibility wash over them and flew high enough to get a view of the land. They recognised asian architecture and flew in the direction they had spotted a small farming village. With a closer look they determined they had landed in some version of Japan. Instinctually they knew they were not in their home dimension. Everything, even the air and feel of the atmosphere felt slightly shifted to the left. It was like that feeling of entering a hotel room, they were all essentially the same but there were the little details that told you it was a different hotel. 

*****

Brushing the thought, and everything associated with the reason they were injured and alone in a foreign dimension, aside. They coiled their tail in the centre of the spring and sank down until their lower back was submerged in the healing warmth of the spring. Closing their eyes in content they began to hum. Their eyes shot open when they felt a gentle nudge against his arm but smiled gently at the little wisp as it bobbed and drifted in the breeze. They continued to hum and watched in amusement as more joined the first. The little orbs of light ranged in color from soft pale blues to vibrant greens and warm reds, oranges and yellows.

They lost themselves in their song as they twirled in and played with the water, creating little floating ice crystals that caused mist to form around them as hot and cold air danced around each other. Humming soon gave way to words as they swayed to the rhythm only they could hear. 

“I'm just bein' realistic, bein' honest with myself

I've tried bein' optimistic but it doesn't seem to help

So I'll just have to admit this is the hand that I've been dealt

I'm not bein' pessimistic, just bein' honest with myself”

They were thankful to Pandora, who had taught them to sing in an effort to train his ghostly wail, for realising he was taking on the form and habits of a triton. 

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They poured all the hurt, betrayal, anger and loneliness into their voice, allowing them to release it all in a more melodic call than his previous wail. That, as pandora explained, had been an unhealthy burst of emotion and they were lucky they hadn’t blown out their vocal cords the last few times they used it. 

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it”

Through their practice they found they could influence emotions but not out right control them. They were glad, influencing them was bad enough, he didn’t want to manipulate anyone. They didn’t want to spend their life wondering if the people around them truly cared or if they had somehow manipulated them into caring. They may me a budding empath but they still struggled to tell the difference between a sincere emotion and a projected emotion.

“You only get that which you're given, it's not always up to you

Not every Sunday is a picnic 'cause the sky ain't always blue

You can't just change the weather by changing your point of view

Some days you have to wait until the storm just passes through”

Danny’s voice grew louder as their emotions poured out into the lyrics. They knew they still had their friend, their sister, Elle and everyone in the Infinite Realm. They were also the Half Ghost son of ghost hunters and scientist with a heavy bias against Ecto-entities. They will be the rulers of an entire realm in only a few short years.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They gave a bitter sweet smile as they watched the wisps duck and weave between the ice crystals. They looked around for their ducks and their smile turned a little more sad as they waved their hand and the little ducks joined the dancing lights and crystals. Each one was modelled after his favourite comic book vigilante. They’d had to save them from the dump truck once, they’d been looking for them when he’d asked his parents, their father had made an off hand comment about how he should throw out old toys and they’d panicked. They’d manage to find and save them all just before the truck arrived.

“So like a boat on the ocean, I'll rock with the waves

God, I'm so sick of this notion that I have to fake

Fake my emotions and pretend I'm okay

So like a boat on the ocean, I'll just rock with the waves”

Jazz had bought them for them, after they had told her about being gender fluid and pan, they were probably one of their most treasured possessions. Jazz had gone on a whole spiel about how it’s important that she show support and provide a safe and understanding environment. They hadn’t been listening, they’d been crying. To caught up in their overflowing emotions and happiness. It lasted a day, their parents had been less than understanding, with their passive-aggressive comments and actions. 

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

Their frown returned. They had shot them, that in itself wasn’t unusual, as Phantom. Isn’t that a sad thought. What was was that there had been no prior warning. It was a sniper shot, from their mother. Only their heightened hearing and instinct had saved them from ending up dead dead instead of a Halfa. That bothered him

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They returned to humming the last notes of their song as the dunked under the water to rinse off. They popped back up and gathered their ducks, floated up out of the spring and laughed as the wisps twirled around him. They landed on the ground, allowing their legs to form and walked off into the forest, dancing lights trailing after them. Completely unaware of their watchers.

*****

The shadows slunk away to report their findings. While two birds hesitantly returned to their temporary nest, One worried and wanting to help the being that reminded him so much of his younger siblings. The other having felt a connection to a being that had shared similar experiences, someone they wanted to help and if they wanted to end the beings loneliness… that was no one’s business but their own. Both slept little that night, both determined to find the being again and offer what they could to help.

*****

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@alinmenttreasure

@blackroserelina

@blacksea21090

@seraphinedemort

[lollystocks]

Intro to Sigils (Undead Abjuration 101)

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 10: Occultism

Summary: The student population of Danny's new college are very, very into the occult, putting Danny's studies (and blood pressure) in jeopardy. Good thing he knows exactly how to jeopardise their efforts.

Or: how Danny finally gains some overdue respect.

Words: 1,121

CW: blood (ritualistic), occultism, off-screen violence

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People are dumbasses. Dead or alive.

This philosophy of Danny’s is reinforced tenfold when he starts college. “Fuck Around and Find Out” is a fine way to live when the consequences of said Finding Out are mild - grievous injury or arrest, for instance.

But with his typical luck, his fellow students at university (go bobcats) have decided that they’re going to lightly Fuck Around with the occult, and it’s up to Danny to stop them from Finding Out.

Ordinarily, students messing around with summoning circles and ouija boards is nothing to worry about on two accounts: (1) most occultism you find online is total bullcrap and you’d be lucky to summon a grumpy blob-ghost and (2), being more than a stone’s throw from a dimensional Veil or Tear means your word-perfect ritual ain’t gonna do shit.

Danny himself is not exempt from the “people are dumbasses” rule, because Danny had not done adequate research during college applications, and had failed to realize that Athens, Ohio, was sat on top of one of the thinnest stretches of dimensional membrane outside of his parents’ basement.

A good stretch of his freshman year is spent trying to subtly dissuade others in his hall from having anything to do with the new trend, so harmless elsewhere in the country. When that fails (“Danny my guy it’s a bit of drunk fun, ghosts don’t exist” God he missed Amity), it becomes straight sabotage. Swapping the thyme out for sage; salting some of the badger-blood (where had that even come from?); smudging some carefully-drawn chalk.

On the rare occasions where such intervention is necessary (see above: most online occultism is bullshit), Danny honestly needn’t bother. No one has the time for three days of silent prayer, or has the inclination to acquire a tooth from every participant, and as a general rule the easier the ritual, the weaker the ghostie. The main risk is that something small is conjured, or something a bit more powerful is able to project their voice or image into this plane and no more. Honestly, not particularly dangerous in itself.

But if one ritual works, and gets recorded, and posted to TikTok or something, all hell would break loose and everyone would get in on it and something nasty would be summoned and everyone would die.

So Danny has to keep a very. tight. lid. on every bit of occultism on campus.

It’s not going so well, and at one point Danny is spending his nights invisible and patrolling the whole campus (the whole goddamn town) for ritual behavior, much the same way he patrolled for malevolent spirits at night as a kid. It’s exhausting.

At one point, the worst comes to pass, and it’s somehow a blessing. He manages to miss something, and a Being is conjured. Someone gets hurt, badly, but they’ll recover, and most importantly - everyone believes now. Which is just as well, because the thin Veil is now a Tear, and Danny’s (lovely, peaceful, escapist) college is now overrun with spirits.The more things change, etc.

Now, Danny has never painted himself as a cynic, rather as a true believer who insisted that no one with sense should be touching these things. The few other true believers listened to him because of the deeply haunted look in his eyes that said “trust me, I know”, and others would have listened if it weren’t for the fact that ghosts don’t exist so that look in his eyes meant nothing, right?

So after The Incident, students are rushing to Danny. No one wants to Fuck Around anymore, what they want now is protection.

Danny becomes a mobile consultation service on How Not To Get Got by spirits. He has info that doesn’t appear anywhere else, be it on the internet or in dusty tomes, but everyone believes him.

“Basic chalk sigils for your dorm door - unless it’s east-facing or on a fourth floor, then use this one instead. Oh and you’ll want this extra symbol if/when you’re on your period, don’t ask why.”

“Salt doesn’t do shit to protect you other than change the function of other charms, it actually attracts poltergeists…”

“If you’re gonna get that tattooed, for the love of god get it on the left side of your back, I’m not dealing with the consequences of you messing that up.”

“Look the Latin itself is fine but it’s not actually the most powerful language for temporary wardings like these, better to go for something like Welsh or Cornish, or Yucatec, even Esperanto…”

“I absolutely refuse to “sign off” on your bullshit blood sigils Phil, you losing your dorm deposit is gonna have nothing to do with me and I want that on the record.”

And it works. No one (openly) questions where this knowledge, this expertise is coming from, because Danny is a gift horse and no one wants to inspect that mouth, thanks. He doesn’t charge for his services, but he sets up a little fund online and is able to fuel his coffee addiction with it. He never has to pay for booze, and people will slip him test answers before he can even ask. He’s practically swimming in upperclassmen’s used textbooks, left anonymously at his door.

Knowledge spreads fast (he wonders how much better he could have protected Amity had he had this level of respect then; or maybe it was his parents who ensured that could never happen, turning the town away from these methods and trying to fit a science-based solution into a magic-shaped hole) and eventually, Danny stops being the only point of knowledge.

By the time sophomore year rolls around, there’s a rhythm to it. Someone sets up a whatsapp group. Dorms are left with the previous inhabitants’ sigils intact ready for the new tenants (and the cleaners never report them to management). Freshman orientation includes informal lectures from upperclassmen on how to protect yourself and others from the undead.

By Danny’s junior year, there’s a (locked, invite-only) wiki full of protective rituals, rites, spells and symbols. Freshmen already know what’s coming, if they do their research. Graduating seniors auction off their amulets.

Things have settled pretty nicely by senior year. Danny’s on top of his studies, as well-rested as any other student (ie not at all) and he rarely has to go ghost. He needn’t have worried about spreading occult knowledge to the student population after all; they’d shown they can be trusted.

(And Danny almost gets away with it. But three months before graduation, he is violently and painfully jerked into a sideways pocket-dimension by what he recognises as an utterly perfect Summoning. Because Danny is also a dumbass, as he is about to Find Out.)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[nerdpoe]

Injustice Timeline but with more Ghosts

Superman loses Lois, and starts to go rogue a la Injustice route.

Problem.

Dan, who was just entered into the Justice League, takes great offense to this.

Dan, who is reformed.

Dan, who remembers ripping every single member of the Justice League to shreds in that other timeline, and still remembers how to do it.

Superman never makes it past his opening speech to pitch the idea of hero-approved murder.

Dan, standing over an actually unconscious Superman who probably definitely needs medical treatment, looks at the other Heroes who would have sided with Superman.

"Ẅ̸̖̭͚̰̳̼̰́̇̋̚͜ͅh̴̨̛̭̝̘̻̙̝̜͔͚͛͌̿̉̓̈́̔̈̍͆̾͘͜o̵̦̟̣̖̝͔̠͍͙͖͕̔̏̈́͗̍͒̎̿͗̚͜'̴̦̣̪͓͓̤̲̲͐͌̂͋̉̚͠s̵̛̛̛̙̠̾̂͐̌̏̐́͝ ̵̛̩̹̪̤͔̰̣̼͈̒̉̿́͆͌͒͊̄͘̚͝ñ̷͉̠̩̝̇̒̐͂̄̽̈̃̅̕͘͝͠è̷͓̹̫͊̍̔̃̾̌̽̈́͑̓͜͝x̴̻̓̊̽̎̑ṫ̶̬̮̭̳͕̗̙̙̭̬̣̯͌͋̅͌̎͒͐̍͜?̴̗͍̺̼̪̞̋̕"

Meanwhile, Danny was sitting bored in his throne when a rather frightening new ghost forced her way in.

She demands an audience with him, introduces herself as Lois, and bullies him into making an interdimensional Passport.

She bullies Walker into agreeing that a Passport would make interdimensional travel follow the rules.

She has Danny searching various dimensions to find hers, because she wants to spend her afterlife with her still alive alien husband.

Danny...is too scared of her to tell her no.

[radiance1]

danny works for Batman/Bruce and instead of calling him on his cell like a normal person he summons Danny like the devil and they’ve been doing this for a while and Bruce does it in front of the bat kids in the bat cave and their looking at him like he’s crazy but then

Danny pops up from the floor

D: UGH. Yes Brucie. What do you want now? More batrangs? My labor? A car? My SOUL?

Danny does this as he walks over and shakes bat man’s shoulders aggressively actually shaking him back and forth as the kids try and fail not to laugh

Danny is also like 14-17 ish but can’t be adopted because he has the god of time as a guardian

So, is Danny 14-17 or does he just look 14-17?

Or is there some weird time fuckery going on because they're from different dimensions? Or, are they from the same dimension?

I don't know, don't really care, so lets just go with option two for now.

The first time Batman has ever summoned Phantom was legitimately an accident. He was fighting with a wizard who set themselves up in Gotham for nefarious deeds to be done and being him he popped up and tried to stop them.

And he didn't have as much knowledge of fighting wizards back then as he does now, so he was mostly just winging it.

Which somehow accidently ended up in him dragging a ghost from beyond the veil, a ghost that helped him beat up said nefarious wizard because contractual obligations or whatever, or maybe just because he didn't vibe with him.

Who knows, really.

Batman has kept track of the ritual used to summon him, however, because having a ritual like that is both useful and worrying if it ends up in the wrong hands.

A various series of misadventures, crime fighting, and somehow getting himself wrapped up in and the taking down of a wizard syndicate with Phantom.

He has Phantom on speed dial, as in a summoning circle literally drawn onto his cape that he could use on the fly if the situation ever called for it, or he didn't have a way of drawing one.

So, you could say they've known each other for quite a while and have quite a relationship with one another as well. Most of it waws strictly business starting out, then moved onto tentative friendship (mostly on Bruce's part) and then quite the companions.

You try toppling more than one magical organization in your city with a powerful ghost and not become friends by then.

[alexandthensome]

Danny and Jason have this weird Ghostie Bro bond thing that nobody can really understand

Like Jason is for sure the most antisocial brooding mysterious person ever, meanwhile Danny is just all smiles like “oh yeah I can walk through walls, disappear, and fly!!”

But somehow when they meet each other for the first time, they are automatically on the same wavelength and it freaks everyone out.

As far as the BatFam knows, they’ve only ever seen “sweet but no brain.”Danny so they have absolutely no idea that Danny can (and will) get just as unhinged as Jason until he fights the joker one day.

Round after round Danny gives the joker nothing but shit. He went from sweet babygirl ™️ to unhinged Eldrich nightmare in 0.05 seconds and it scares everyone except Jason who just looks at a blood covered danny in the middle of the fight and goes,

“Hey, you wanna hang out later?”

and Danny who has his hands around the Jokers throat just goes

“Yeah sure 😃.”

And that’s how the chaotic nightmare duo of Danny Fenton and Jason Todd is born, and believe me when I say that absolutely nobody is prepared for that duo.

*final edit: fic is posted here

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

DPxDC Prompt

Thinking back on it, Danny probably should have been more wary of being given the title ‘Ender Of Timelines’.

[murcielagatito]

danny phantom(the show) has a LOT of things that phandom could discuss critically (ie the suuuper blatant racism that happens but also actually good and interesting things) pero yall refuse to watch the show. like idk how many times imma beg yall to watch the source material of a fandom youre in but please do

something something engaging with media that doesnt interest you is actually good for your brain and you should do it more often so why not start in ya own damn fandom

why we have wes? bc yall dont bother to watch and realize that all the attributes u give him are literally ripped off valerie and paulina and then yall go onto rants like “but we can have both” we really cant!!!! its straight up racist what yall did to her!!! but ohhh its really not that serious cuz why would yall know if you dont watch the show!!!!!! its racist!!

the only perception yall have about the black and brown characters of danny phantom are ones pushed on yall by a majority white fandom!!!! its fucking sickenin!!!! AND ITS WHY YALL LET SO MANY DAMN ARTISTS GET AWAY WITH SKINNYFYING AND WHITEWASHING VALERIE watch the show and make your own opinions about these characters because they’re genuinely so good if you actually gave them a damn chance!!! and point out problematic shit by your fave artists just fucking do it goddamn!!!!

[lexosaurus]

Idk if the DPxDC fandom has done this already but I see so many fics about Jazz going to the end of the Earth for Danny and it’s like you know what? Fuck that noise.

I think Aged Up Jazz should have her hoe era. Hook up with Jason. Not fall in love, just a FWB situation. She knows he’s Red Hood and she doesn’t care. He’s good and he doesn’t use her as his free therapist (which so many men do cuz she’s a practicing therapist now). They really don’t know anything else about each other other than their phone numbers to call when it’s midnight on a Friday and they’re bored and that’s their ideal situation.

Danny finds this out while they’re getting brunch somewhere and Red Hood darts on by, chasing some robber. Danny only fights ghosts so he doesn’t really care. Jazz just sorta nonchalantly goes “Yeah I hook up with him sometimes. He’s pretty decent.” Cut to Danny just looking horrified and also fanboying a little all pissy cuz, “YOU’VE SLEPT WITH ONE OF THE ROBINS AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?!?!”

[stardustthread]

Nah man some of yall are just weird as fuck??

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[jadedwolf18-blog]

Mini Phantom Invasion

<<Chapters One - Six | << Chapters Seven - Twelve

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These chapters were inspired by this post by @blackfoxsposts

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Here’s two chapters! The first is a recap of the two years we skipped over and the second is Danny interact with some of the BatFam

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Chapter 13

Danny sighed as they stared out into the dark purple foliage of the forrest. They and Elle had been exploring the far reaches of the Zone for the last week, bonding and spending time together before things got busy again. 

They would be returning tomorrow, to Phantoms Keep, as their eighteenth birthday was the day after. It was also the day of their coronation and the day they would officially claim Elle as their daughter. It was crazy to think that it had already been two years since they’d fled their old dimension. 

*****

Danny and Dan had become the protectors of Japan, as a whole, during those two years. They had even trained with Katana every now and then, that had been an interesting meeting that lead to Dan working part-time with the justice league. 

Danny themself preferred to remain in Japan and had only met the main members of the JL once, during their initial introduction. They and Dan had set up their head quarters in the village they had first started out in. It had now bloomed from a simple farming village into a small town that rivalled Amity Park in size. Though its main focus was still farming and the production of grains and fruit.

The area that housed the hot spring, their cave and both the big shrine and the smaller shrine had been left undisturbed and was still surrounded by forest, as it was declared the Holy Hunting Grounds and home to Japan’s protector spirits.

The small town had expanded in the opposite direction and its’ architecture and atmosphere kept to a historic aesthetic, their were no modern glass structure or tall buildings. Not that the interiors were devoid of modern facilities but, if one were to visit, it would seem as if you had stepped into the past. The Shrine stood as the tallest building and had been expanded to resemble a historic Shiro or castle. Their new symbol displayed proudly on its Tori Gate and above its entrance.

Danny and Dan had come up with a new symbol in their first month of actively protecting the town and before they started to include the whole of Japan as their haunts territory. It was now a circle with a white, up right triangle in the centre and a stylised version of the Kanji 幻 (maboroshi), meaning Phantom/vision/illusion/dream/phantasm. The Kanji and circle that adorned Dan’s suit were red to match the bracelet on his wrist, while Danny’s circle was red and the Kanji was Ecto-green. 

Even Elle’s wore the new symbol, both the circle and Kanji were a slightly paler green. It had become their family insignia, similar to the Bats and Birds of Gotham. They still went by Phantom when operating outside of Japan but were now mainly known as Maboroshi to the people of Japan.

Over the last two years Danny had gone back to their old dimension a few times, at first it was to check in with Jazz, Sam and Tucker but they had started to grow distant the more he refused to return. Jazz understood, encouraged it even but Sam and Tucker didn’t understand, Sam viewed it as abandoning their duty and Tucker thought they were just over reacting, that they could just live somewhere else and things would be fine. It had all come to an end the last time the had seen them. The other reason they had returned, with Dan, was to look for clues about their mother.

They had spoken more with Pandora and the ghost they had learned was their aunt, she went by Rina, she had told them that their mother was the Mother of Merfolk in her home dimension and was known as Aqua Rigina, a goddess to those who live in the see. She had passed her title to her daughter, their older sister, before fading from her dimension to travel and explore with her new found freedom. 

She had found a home in a new dimension, amongst a different pantheon and it was while traveling the dimensions, connected to the greek pantheon, that she came to care for a human. She new she would not be able to stay but she had hoped to be able to visit often. She never got the chance to tell him once she found out she was pregnant and well… they knew the rest. 

They and Dan had made no progress on finding out who their father was nor what dimension he was in. They only knew that the dimension was connected to the Greek pantheon but that was hardly helpful when there were so many. Short of entering their DNA into every universes data base, which they did not want to do, they could only hope they bumped into someone who knew. Danny knew there was a chance that their father would want nothing to do with them but they still hoped, that small part of them that had never grown up, craved to be accepted by their family.

On the brighter side, they had met with their older sister and her husband, though they brought sad news about her mother. She had accepted and welcomed both of them. They had spent some time with them, getting to know them and the other Mermaids of The Seven Seas, they even learned about their mer powers. It had been fun to meet their sister, brother-in-law and niece. 

*****

Danny had only just fallen asleep when they heard twig snap, they opened their eyes and slowly sat up, coiling their tail tighter around Elle, who had shifted to her creature form in her sleep. They kept their focus in the direction the sound had come from, pupils blown wide to peer into the unnatural darkness of the Ghost Zone forest. 

Chapter 14

Danny continued to watch and listen, even as they slowly roused Elle from her sleep, making a low growling purr and and a short series of quiet clicks, warning her of the potential threat and to stay in her creature form. She was quick to go on alert, ears twitching, trying to find what had put them on edge. 

They listened to the near silent footsteps, there were two, one significantly heavier than the other. As the two figures drew closer and they could just make out their forms, Danny released a long, low warning hiss. The figures paused, for a moment, at the edge of the forest, just out of sight. Danny stopped their hiss and watched, waited, for their response.

Minutes ticked by before the larger figure moved, slowly, forward and into the small clearing. The beginnings of a hiss was cut short when Danny recognised who was currently standing before them. Bruised and battered, cracks in their armour and an unconscious blue bird slung over their back. The smaller figure stepped forward soon after, revealing the hard to miss combination of red, yellow and red. 

“Batman?” Danny was shocked and confused as to why Batman and two of his birds would be in the Infinite Realms, let alone how they had gotten in and so far from any of the main haunts. “Do you need help?”

The smaller bird shifted into a defensive stance but Batman placed a calming hand on his shoulder. “Phantom. Do you know where we are?”

Straight to business it is then, they thought wryly as the corner of their lips twitched in amusement, they motioned them forward and ignited the campfire. They watched as the three drew closer, Batman gently lay Nightwing on the ground and checked him over before taking a seat across from them, on the other side of the fire. Robin was hesitant but soon followed Batman’s lead and took his own seat.

Danny relaxed, leaning back, using their tail as a back rest. They pulled Elle onto their lap and held her close, letting out a calming purr as they silently let her know who the new comers were and that they weren’t a threat… to them anyway.

“You are currently in the Infinite Realms or the Ghost Zone to pit it frankly. It’s where those who died violent deaths, have unfinished business, a strong attachment to the living ream or were created by the culmination of a belief go when the die. You, though, are not dead.” Danny looked them over, they were definitely in rough shape but they were alive. 

“So how, may I ask, did you end up here?” Danny started running their claws through Elles hair as they waited for a response. They knew Batman was weighing his options, they hadn’t worked together often, Dan was the one who had the most interaction with the JL. 

“We were fighting against the League of assassins, you’ve had run ins with them before according to Maboroshi. Nightwing was knocked unconscious, Robin went to catch him before he fell into the Lazarus Pit but their line was cu by an assassin. I went after them, instead of being submerged in Pit water, we were transported here.”

“Hmm, how long have you been here? Maboroshi hasn’t made contact, so he must not have been informed of your disappearance yet. You are lucky I had been close by, I don’t normally venture out this far.” Elle chirped and repositioned herself, seeing as they were safe, she was quick to go back to sleep.

“Hnn.” Batman looked into the fire, no doubt processing the fact that they were in the land of the dead.

“Who is that?” Robin asked, demanded.

“Robin!” Batman was quick to give his version of admonishment.

“What, it is a perfectly valid point of questioning, they are an unknown.” Batman sighed as he turned back to Phantom.

“To answer your question, Robin, this is my daughter. We are on a bonding trip, though we will be returning home tomorrow.” He watched as Batman physically perked up at the mention of a child, Danny found it amusing that such a large and intimidating figure had such a soft spot for children. “Back to the reason you are here and how long has it been, since you entered the Realms?”

“It has only been a few hours but Nightwing needs medical attention, as does Robin.” Batman ignored Robins pointed gaze.

“And you, I assume, by the looks of your suit. Rest for now and do what you can to field dress your wounds. I’ve got extra food you can eat, its human safe. Once you’re rested and fed, I’ll bring you to the Far Frozen to get a proper medical check. I’ll also send out a message to Maboroshi, get him to let the other Bats and Birds you’re ok.” Danny slowly set Elle into the cradle of their tail, as the reached for their travel pack that contained their food. They had snacks and junk food mostly but they also had pre-made meals they could heat on a fire. Setting up the rack to hold the fire safe containers, they made sure the food wouldn’t fall before turning their attention to their accidental guests. “Once you’re cleared by Frostbite, I’ll bring you to Phantoms Keep and get you through a portal home.”

“Thank you, Phantom.” Batman turned his attention to tending to Nightwing as Robin continued to stare at them.

“How do you know we can trust them?” Batman sighed and answered before Danny could say anything.

“Phantom is a protector spirit, Robin, it is in their nature to protect those they deem as theirs and help those that need it. It is more complex than that but that is the gist of it.” Robin huffed but seamed to be satisfied, for now, with the answer.

*****

The clearing had been silent as the Gotham vigilantes ate, Batman continued to check on Nightwing, though you wouldn’t know it by just looking at his expression, Danny could feel the worry, guilt and pain, coming off the big bad bat, as they fussed over Nightwing and Robin. Much to the young boys annoyance but Danny could tell he felt comfort in knowing that Batman cared for him, along with his own worry for Nightwing. 

Once the two vigilantes had finished their meals and everything had been packed away, Danny carefully picked up Elle and their travel pack. They floated up and shifted their tail to legs, before putting out the fire and upping their own natural glow to provide light for Batman and Robin. Batman picked up Nightwing, resettling them on his back and waited for Robin to join him before following after Phantom.

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[skellagirl]

Hey, everyone remember the terf in the Danny Phantom fandom from last week? @phantasmicwraith was her username, but she's since deleted that one and moved elsewhere

She's now at @tofufem AND @cryptophantom; the latter is where she interacts much more actively with the fandom and keeps her terf bullshit quieter. She's reblogged art and headcanons and other content from many folks already and I would HIGHLY recommend blocking her so she won't be able to reblog or interact with yours :)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 210

The battle had been long. Long and destructive, power rolling from both combatants as they launched at each other and tore through armor and flesh alike. 

Islands fell from the skies with every clash, swaths of utter annihilation following as they fought long after their armies had finished. Wings swept great gales of wind that shadows raced to block, fire meeting fire and claws meeting blade as two beasts brawled. 

Finess was no longer a thing needed- this was all about who could last longer now. One who fought for itself, for its legacy of tyranny, and another who fought together, as one. 

The battle was long, no one quite sure how long but enough to be called as such. It could have been hours, it could have been days, it could have even been centuries in this mauling of what was and what could be.  

And finally, the One-That-Was-Many rose victorious over the king before it, dead once more at its talons, wings spread to usher in a new era for the realms. 

Or at least, that was how the tale went, according to Marvel. Even he wasn’t sure what parts of it were true or simply legend, but it was an interesting story all the same. It kept the kids entertained at least, and caught the others attention so there was that.

[dbphantom]

I'm not gonna be normal about the remake

[redgoldblue]

hello hello, for the ask game: 🌤️☔ and because that's sun + rain and i can never resist a rainbow emoji anyway: 🌈

thanku! 🌈🌈 we all know what wip i'm using for this

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

I was shocked, going through the doc by how little pure dialogue there is. apparently when i'm essentially writing ~30k of Emotions from the POV of a guy who hates acknowledging his emotions, a lot of it is internal/physical description. or at least mixed in with it.

actually. wait. i think maybe my favourite dialogue isn't even between Steve and Danny, it's Danny and Harry:

“Should I be offering congratulations or slapping the both of you upside the head?” “What?” “Yes, I rather thought that might be the case.” Danny spreads his hands in what he thinks is an appropriately ‘what the fuck are you talking about’ gesture, and follows it up by saying, “Harry, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Were you two ever going to discuss the fact that you’re in love with each other, or are you just planning to keep muddling along in the hopes that one day you’ll trip and fall into bed together?” Before Danny can come up with any kind of response to that, Harry raises a hand and amends, “No, sorry, you’re already in bed together. In the hopes that you’ll trip and fall onto each other’s cocks.”

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Danny brushes his teeth, combs wet fingers through his hair, washes his hands on autopilot. Then he sits down on the closed toilet lid and lets himself shake out of his skin. It’s almost habit now, this moment after Steve is discharged where the relief that he’s not actively dying clashes into the terror that medical professionals are no longer watching him, and the resulting noise reverberates through Danny’s body and sets him falling. He has no idea how long it ever takes, just that he sits with elbows braced on his knees staring at nothing until the flood of emotions recedes and leaves him with nothing but the dirty sand of exhaustion. That’s the usual path. Except that today, there’s a knock on the bathroom door and Steve’s voice calling, “Danny? You okay?” He can’t get out more than a grunt in response, still falling, drowning. The door cracks open, and Steve repeats, “Danny?” through the gap. Danny manages something that sounds more like human language this time, but it’s still not any form of comprehensible words. Or enough to stop Steve pushing the door fully open and crossing the few steps to stand in front of him. Then he drops to a crouch, resting his palms on Danny’s thighs for a moment before he reaches for Danny’s hands where they press hard against his own jaw and temple. Danny lets him take them, lower them, then slips his fingers down until he can find Steve’s pulse on both sides. It’s there, strong and steady, and Danny shuts his eyes and curls further towards Steve. There’s a reason he does this alone. He’s just having trouble remembering what it is right now.

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

I can do one better - I can do soft and fluffy. mwahaha

Danny tucks the flower through one of Steve’s buttonholes to free his hands up. Steve, of course, looks down at it first like he’s baffled, and then rapidly like his pupils are on the verge of turning into hearts and popping out of his skull like a deranged cartoon character. Danny snorts. “You’re such a fucking romantic.” “Wh- hey,” Steve says, abruptly defensive, and Danny waves a hand at him before he can get any further up in arms. “Calm down, buddy. It wasn’t an insult.” Steve raises his eyebrows doubtfully. “Much of one,” Danny allows. “Not really. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

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