#lightning phantom

[thelightningmastermind]

"A mastermind at day... A feline genius at night... ~"

// A comm by https://x.com/MothOnYourPorch

[magnificentlymagnet]

"Why are you short...?" - asked the mastermind as he was standing on a high chair, looking down at Magnet

“I’M NOT SHORT!!!” Magnet yells up at the mastermind, throwing his arms up in the air out of indignation.

He narrows his eyes in a glare before raising his voice again, “Why are you such a worm?!”

Magnet was fuming. How dare this Phantom, rubbing his stupid crazy tallness in his face! Magnet will show him!

“Take this!” He kicks the high chair out from underneath the mastermind.

[mutedeclipse]

waow !! Purple

A gift for @thelightningmastermind <3

[thelightningmastermind]

// Uhhh-

"Do not even attempt to do so... Human..."

// I'm extremely screwed-

Me irl

[milo-igidk]

put your clothes back on were going to talk about how musicals are the best media to adapt books in cause its the only one that allows the characters to express their feelings and internal monologue as they do on page

[moonlit-lian]

A bunch of doodles of THIS SPOOKY PHANTOM DESIGN!! So very inspired from the fic You wouldn’t like me alive, by @ectoplasmranch

I love the idea of a lightning core too!?!? IT MAKES SENSE AND ITS SO COOL!!

[satoshy12]

King of Hades Danny Phantom

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover stood nervously before a figure seated behind a large, organized desk. He wasn't the menacing, shadowy figure Percy had imagined. Instead, he was a young man with glowing green eyes, silver hair, and a faint, cold aura.

Beside him stood a woman with dark and light hair and a mocking smirk playing on her lips as she looked at the demigods.

Percy, voice trembling slightly, declared, "Uncle! I've come for the Master Bolt. Give it back so we can stop the war!"

The young man raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his old but young eyes. "Uncle? Thanatos, what's this child talking about?"

The god of death, Thanatos, stepped forward. "My Lord, it seems Olympus is still unaware of the former King Hades' retirement."

The woman beside the young man, Queen Melione, Goddess of Ghost, added, "Yeah, Danny. They have, like, no clue Dad stepped down a hundred years ago. They still think he's running the underworld."

Annabeth, her brow furrowed as she slowly said, "...You're not Lord Hades, King of the Underworld."

"I believe they just clarified that," the young man replied. "Call me Phantom of Danny. And why would I have the Master Bolt? The ozone radiating like a bonfire is coming from you, not me."

Percy, Grover, and Annabeth exchanged stunned glances, then simultaneously looked down at the backpack Ares had given them. "Ares..." they murmured in unison.

Danny gave them a final, assessing look. "Thanatos, escort them out of the Underworld. And send an Iris message to Olympus. Give them proof of Ares' theft of the Bolt as the true thief. Melione and I have paperwork. We're almost finished cleaning up the River Styx."

As Thanatos began to usher them out, Percy turned around and yelled, "Charon wants a raise!"

Danny turned to Melione, a look of bewildered exasperation on his face. "...Didn't we just give him one two weeks ago?"

Melione chuckled. "His Italian suits are expensive."

Outside the Underworld.

Annabeth, still reeling, turned to Percy and Grover. "Wait, if Hades retired, where is the God of the Underworld now?"

A sunny beach in the Maldives.

Far away from his brothers, on a pristine beach in the Maldives,

Hades reclined in a beach chair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. His wife, Persephone, rested her head on his shoulder.

"My foolish brothers," Hades mused, a hint of smugness in his voice. "If they'd just give up their thrones, they'd have such an easy life. Just like me!"

He smiled, thinking of the young halfa he'd mentored. "That boy took to the job like it's the duty of a hero. Him dating Melione helped smooth things over, of course. I really should thank Pandora for introducing them. My idiot brothers must be terrible teachers." He took a sip of his drink. "Now, where were we, my dear?"

"Enjoying the sun before I return to my mother. Thankfully she doesn't know you actually leave the underworld too for the 6 months."

[jamesontheoutside]

EVERYONE ON TUMBLR NEEDS TO DO THIS

[fandom-s0up]

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[thelightningmastermind]

"Face level you said...?"

The mastermind replies back, while holding his bachis upward as well

The purple bomber is holding a pair of bachis in his hands as he looks at Don-chan

"So this is what people use to play Taiko... Hmm...?"

“Yup! My sensei is actually a pair of bachi, da-don!“

[thelightningmastermind]

Hello.. Uhh, Lighting? Or do you still go by Phantom in your universe? Maybe LP. Sounds kinda cool..... Anyway, uhmm.. Nice to meet you.

( @bluebomberzzz )

"It is a rare occasion... To see you... Blue Bomber..."

The cloaked bomberman brings his attention to Blue, while his metallic claws is laying on top of his head, 'looking' at the sleepy bomberman

"I still go by Phantom, indeed... But I would prefer myself being called Lightning... To avoid confusions..."

"And it is my pleasure... To greet an intellectual bomberman... Like you..."

[nutmegtales]

Alive again - Extra Jason's POV from P5

Jason watched as the being stood with a grace he could hardly believe. It reminded him a little of Dick when the asshole was showing off. All subtle strength and flexibility. But where the move would have just annoyed him from Dick, seeing this creature move like that was just a little breathtaking.

He'd expected indignation from the king of ghosts, maybe outrage when they pulled out what was really their only bargaining chip. A threat. A desperate grab at control over the situation. Yeah, he'd definitely expected anger, he would have been angry, of course he always was.

No, Jason hadn't expected the laughter that rocked the man in the circle. It was a full body affair that had him clutching at his sides and quaking on the ground. It was certainly a sight to see, and he felt himself respond. Unbidden, unexpected, he felt the familiar buzzing in his chest smooth and a bubble of his own laughter rise up.

It was both alarming and relieving all at once.

Fuck what a ridiculous situation. They were all desperate and confused and tense beyond belief. And here he was feeling like laughing for the first time in... he didn't even know how long.

The good humor snapped and Jason's burning anger came flooding back suddenly like a punch to the sternum as he watched the man step from the circle.

The air seemed to glitter and tear as raw power washed from the now broken circle, filling the room and suffocating him. It hurt. As the man stepped out, it hurt. As he walked slow across the room, it hurt. As he went to move past Jason, it hurt. It was terrible, like waking up buried all over again, like swallowing molten metal, like feeling everyone he loved walk away from him. It hurt, and he couldn't stand there and let him walk away.

He shouldn't touch the man, Constantine had been pretty clear about how dangerous this was, even with the binding of the circle in place. He reached out anyway, with his heart lurching into his throat, and his hands trembling, and his gut churning he reached out to try and halt the Ghost king in his progress.

It was like. It was like drowning... A sudden all encompassing rush of cold that threatened to suffocate him. And then it was like being held, gentle arms wrapped around him, warming him, keeping his shattered parts held together... and then fading away. Leaving him bereft and alone. Fuck.

Suddenly the mans eyes were locked on his, boring into him, seeing through him. The ghost kings hand was pressed against his own chest now, cool and firm. And he felt another wave of loneliness consume him as the mans gaze slipped away.

Jason dropped all pretense of formality. Yes okay this is probably the most dangerous being currently on this planet. This was a man that carried the mantle of death and afterlife, and Jason could feel that power. Yes this is someone he should fear, does fear. But he was hurting. Jason could feel the sorrow and loss and mourning of this man. Could feel the hurt and desperation. Could feel how close he was to breaking. Could feel it all like it was his own, like his own feelings could be without the unrelenting anger that silenced all else.

Jason moved his hand from where it had bunched on the mans shirt and pressed it against his cool cheek. The cold of it seeping through even his thick gloves.

Jason didn't have the words, but he hoped the man understood. Jason was here to do anything he could to save his... The others. But Fuck if he wouldn't try to save this man too.

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[thelightningmastermind]

Something doesn't feel right... At least... To this purple bomberman...

He felt like someone was watching him, observing him in every steps...

Feeling a little bit uneasy, Phantom decided to glance around him carefully. Then he turned around, checking if there was someone behind hin

WITH A CHILL THROUGH YOUR CHASSIS, YOU FEEL A DARK PRESENCE...

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Cars

Sample Size: 836 stories

Source: AO3

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 197

“Guys look, I got us pet rocks!” 

“That’s nice- Danny, why are the rocks moving?” 

“Ectoplasm. Obviously. They eat bad emotions, isn’t that cool?!” 

“They aren’t going to get that big though, right? I mean, we’re moving to the countryside but still.”

“I mean, they shouldn’t? Dang, maybe I should have asked Dora more questions…” 

[thelightningmastermind]

"Thank you for your contribution to my experiment, father..."

"Father... Can I have a block of... Energon...?"

Of course