#like the thing with protection obsession danny is that it feels very much like an obligation like he HAS to do it

[nonbinaryphantom]

am probably like the only person who has this hc but like i love the idea that half ghosts dont have obsessions (in the traditional sense) like ghosts dont have that choice its like something theyre compelled to do regardless of rational but also because without an obsession there’s nothing anchoring them down to the physical realm.

but half ghosts are already anchored via human body so no need for an obsession. something about the humanity of half ghosts giving them a choice, like thats why they aren’t as focused on a theme like say the lunch lady or the box ghost or ember. like they have the agency to be whatever the hell they want do whatever they want.

plus the theme of choice with vlad and danny as foils bc theyre similar but vlad chose to be an absolute dipshit while danny ultimately chose to save others its just more satisfying than when both are effectively forced to act out the hero villain role

[rboooks]

The bakery is a front!...Right? Part 2

Danny can practically feel Peter's glare through the small window between the front counter and kitchen, trying to melt his ice core. He isn't sure what he did to earn the man's ire but it was getting sort of old after two weeks.

Peter's brother, who almost always steals food and drinks between customers, wasn't nearly as bad. Danny didn't mind the loss, as he is beyond rich that he could fund his own country; he just found it odd that Alvin tended to put whatever he stole in test tubes.

He used to seeing street kids' having sticky fingers, but not ones with this particular habit. If he hadn't witnessed Alvin taking an entire bagel and stuffing it into a ziplock bag after another filling another test tube with the ghost theme latte- it was just color dye green and the foam shaped into a blob ghost- he would thought the guy was gathering samples of his merchandise rather then stocking up on food. Not that he could blame him.

Not knowing where their next meal will come from makes it understandable that they horde any food they can. Yes, the pair of brothers were close to his age but they been on the streets since Peter was fifteen and Alvin was thirteen. They had apparently took off in the middle of the night after Alvin was violently outed and his scum of a father tried to break the gay out of him.

They haven't spoken much about their past besides that, but Danny didn't need any more information.

Alvin is remarkably good at taking things without anyone noticed.

The only reason Danny caught on to what he was doing was because this was his haunt, and his ghost side had growled in outrage the first time Alvin swiped some samples of various coffees. His human side just thought it was hilarious.

After a while, the part of him that was Phantom recognized the two as new members of his haunt and now purred whenever they took stuff. Phantom's desire to provide for those under his protection made it hard for Danny not to slip and purr or rub himself against people like a creepy cat.

Phantom also had this mysterious allure to humans. Sam and Tucker let him know after the three came across the Phan Club led by his old classmates. Paulina wanting to marry him wasn't a one-time thing. Almost all his classmates wanted to marry Phantom because a part of him influenced their attraction.

Halfas were like that.

Frostbite said halfas were close to sirens and that annoyed him more than anything.

His ghost side wasn't mansplain, manipulate but rather manwhore. At least with enough exposure, people developed immunity to his allure, so Danny ignored all the love-struck eyes made at him.

Danny still very clearly remembered coming back for his junior year, walking into the hallways and causing multiple jaws to drop.

Sam and he had broken up at the beginning of the summer, so she only blinked at his sudden appearance, but Tucker had been blindsided.

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but you look delicious"

Danny had fallen for him just a little for that alone.

The two of them dated all junior year with Sam's blessing but agreed they were better as friends by the end. It was awkward, but the three got past that, spending senior year snickering as various people tried to ask Danny out.

Danny was petty enough to admit he enjoyed turning them down, citing their past treatment of him as a "never going to happen". Breaking the hearts of the A-listers was a special kind of joy, especially Dash.

After taking the time with Elle to further develop his ghost side, he hadn't realized the big difference between him and the other halfas.

Vlad's accident case him to form over time, after getting ecto-acne, and the years he spent in the hospital were him repeatedly dying only to be brought back seconds after, by the ectoplasm forced into his face. It is no wonder he lost his sanity and became violently obsessed with his parents.

In the creation of Dan, Vlad's mind had finally been accessible to his human side again. The future Vlad was more mellow sure, has taken him in with a kind heart but that was because he had been more human then ghost. The ghost side no longer had his parents around so its vengeance was no longer needed ans it cleared up the maddness.

It was like his image of a human hand been painted over by his ghost. It didn't blend.

Jazz had realized this, and then after speaking to his parents, they vowed to help him. Surprisingly it worked, and now Vlad was not a fruitloop. Unfortunately he may be something far worse.

Vlad was now his parents' boyfriend. Ugh. It didn't help that it had been Vlad that given his parents a grant all these years, who had taken care of the family from afar, and that he was a gentle soul. Jack had named him godfather of his son because they grew up together and had always know the sweetheart hidden within.

His coming back from the dead madness had rekindled old feelings, and his mom admitted she had felt something for him too.

Ew.

Ellie was influenced by her ghost side too. She was a clone, but her core form first, and unlike the other failed clones, she was more like a ghost who learned to be human. She gave in more to her spirit urges, only really eating and sleeping because she thought they were fun. Her ghost was painted over by her human side, but it was a well balanced collage.

Danny was a single painting with two figures side by side.

Since his accident perfectly split his two parts his human side kept his ghostly influence at bay until he was about sixteen, where slowly but surely, he allowed his two pieces to start to fuse.

That's why Dan had gone off the deep end when separated from his human side. There was nothing hold his urge to protect after his loved one's death and his ghost part saw his human half trying to get rid of him as betrayal, so it reacted by betrayung his protective obsession- by destroying everything it could and eating Vlad's ghost only fueled his crazy.

There had been times when both his ghost side and human side were separated that didn't cause this. When he was spilt by Fenton Ghost Cather, his ghost side took the responsibility while his human became even lazier than average. That didn't mean they had different personalities, just that some aspects of themselves were futher away.

It was like his soul multiplied rather then broken. It's why he was able to stay sane, he didn't reject any part of him.

It just didn't help with their fusing his ghost was affecting humans and him. He now had to deal with even more love-struck eyes. Worse, according to Vlad and Frostbite, Danny was now entering his mating stage, and he was honest to Acients nesting.

The building next door that he had bought and developed to have decent-sized cubicles with warm beds meant to house the homeless was now mostly occupied by children.

Phantom was almost always purring, seeing street kids slowly move in. He offered them food, work, a roof, and warm water. The cubicles could be considered dorm rooms-a bed, desk, and small cabinets that were savage from other kids who sold them to Danny enough for them to walk into and sleep when it turned dark. Some leave in the morning, others stay, but Danny doesn't mind.

Maybe that's why Peter hated him so much. Alvin was weak to Phantom's charm and Danny knew a thing or two about older siblings trying to protect thier younger siblings from parent's bigotry.

Jazz made a face when ghost hunters got near him before the reveal. They weren't in danger anymore, but knowing that and relaxing around what they saw a threat were two very different things.

Peter and Alvin Draper appeared a month or so after the whole Scarecrow's incident. He didn't mean to run into the supervillain, knocking the man over in the middle of his villian monologue.

He had been too busy trying to get Sam and Tucker- dated in senior year and the last two years- to agree on the main decor for their wedding. Even after they got engaged, it was still Danny who smoothed their bickering to notice that he had stop breathing again.

Sometimes he forgot.

It took the guy stuffing a needle into his arm, the liquid already being cleansed by his ectoplasm before fully settling in his bloodstream, to realize this wasn't another Gotham citizen casually wearing a gas mask.

This was the reason people wear gas masks.

He punched the creep away from him, effectively allowing the heroes to lock him up. But in doing so, he put all his goons out of work. He hadn't known until two days later Andres had nervously walked into his bakery with a resume.

Andres had been the Scarecrow's right-hand man trying to get money for his dying mother, who had cancer. Danny didn't know what to do with a guy whose only valuable skill at a bakery was speaking Spanish but if he wanted to get out of life of crime then who was he to stop him?

His resume was impressive, but it was mostly how to handle illegal chemicals and torture, so Danny set him up as his cashier and co-baker. A few days later, Andres had carefully suggested other goons from Scarecrow's crew who needed jobs, and Danny found himself fully staffed that same day.

More people began visiting him for work, and Danny didn't what to do with them half the time.

Sighing, he placed the newest batch of ecto-cookies in a box for Manolo to take to his mother. The kid is rocking on his heels by the entrance. He is new to the streets after getting thrown out by his mother's ex, but now that she was cleaning up her addiction, Danny hoped he wouldn't be seeing him around the streets as often.

"Peter is going to shoot you," Andres said, looking at the man with the streak of white in his hair practically foaming at the mouth when he saw the small boy arrive for his delivery run. "Want me and the boys to take care of him?"

Danny glanced up to catch Alvin ducking his head, face a healthy red hue. The guy had been staring at him again, which meant Peter was being overprotective again.

"No" He tells Andres, putting the boxes in a little red wagon for the boy to tug around. "I'll handle him."

He walked by the brothers, Alvin already trying to sneak a box away. Danny quickly moved the wagon away from him. When there was nothing to cleanse, ectoplasm worked like a potent energy drink, and honestly, Alvin did not need more of a reason to get less sleep.

Alvin pouted when his chance to steal a cookie failed.

Cute Thought Danny

Our children will be gorgeous Responded Phantom Make Alvin mate.

Danny ignores Phantom to smile at Manolo. He slips into Spanish, quickly crouching down to be at eye level. "Hi buddy. How is the new sweater treating you?"

Manolo's dimple shows as he pulls the sleeves over his palms. "It's warm. I like how fluffy it is."

Phantom cooed, and a soft purr escaped him before Danny clamped down on the sound. "I'm glad. Ready for another day of deliveries?"

"Yes!" The ten year old chirps snapping the list of names and address out of Danny's hand. The baker laughs, pulling our his wallet.

"I know I can count on you, so I'll pay you upfront. If anyone gives you tips, you can keep them," He says, handing the boy five hundred. Manolo beams, pocketing the money and scurrying away with his wagon.

I want a baby Phantom whines

I'll eat a bagel later, Danny promises.

( Part 1 ) (Part 3)

[letoasai]

dp x dc Chronos Part 4

Part 1 - Previous - Master List

Danny woke up confused, stiff, aching. He didn’t know where he was, but he got the distinct feeling of déjà vu. Honestly, he was used to waking up dead tired. Heh, dead tired. For the last year or two it had even been his normal. 

The bone deep pain however was something he only had every now and then. He had gotten hurt often while trying to protect Amity Park but being seriously injured seemed to be left for special occasions. 

Memories came back sluggishly, and he didn’t exactly delight in them. His father breaking his ribs like he was a twig... Relishing in the pain he supposedly didn't feel...

His mother trying to pin him down like a butterfly on a board was an image he’d like to have erased from his mind forever.  Her weapon trained him him was almost underwhelming. When did he become used to it?

Unfortunately, he needed those horror driven moments. His parents' reaction to him had never been a sure thing before. Only speculation at best. He’d hoped their love for him would override their hatred of ghosts. It was what kept him under their roof. That hope that they’d still love him. 

He’d grown up with borderline mad scientists for parents and he’d always put that notion aside. It was its own box in his head. The Fentons and their questionable science. They’d been mom and dad first. Always, mom and dad first. He’d hoped to be Danny first to them. 

He wasn’t. Now he knew though, and he could free himself from that house and their neglect and dangerous excentrics. When things were safe he’d contact his sister, but he didn’t have parents anymore. Not living, human ones. 

He did have Clockwork though. Clockwork who had been at the right place at the right ‘time’ to save him one more time. He had Frostbite too, who would fret over Danny’s injuries while in the same room, and rage later, away from Danny’s senses. 

There was something overwhelmingly kind about that. Frostbite put Danny first and didn’t make him feel badly about his attachments. He worried more while Danny needed him. His anger could wait for later. 

His human parents hadn’t been much, but at least he had ghost guardians. 

It took a moment, but alarm slowly settled in when he didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t move well, a blanket tucked in tight around him. It was the slowly quickening BEEP BEEP BEEP that spiked his adrenaline but when his eyes cracked open, he wasn’t met with a white ceiling and a very obvious ghost shield. 

The room looked more like a barely used guest ro-.... That déjà vu again. 

Danny looked around, the door had been left cracked open, on his other side… Oh… The curtains were open. Even in his human form, his obsession could easily take root. Space. Was the bed closer to the window than it had been before? Did it matter? He had such a good view. Looking out into the vastness of space could hardly be considered comparable to looking up at it from Earth. It was beautiful and distracting… 

Danny reached up on reflex alone and grabbed the oxygen mask someone had put on him at some point. With a flicker of power he turned it intangible and pulled it off of his face before dropping it on the floor. 

He…ached. It was a literal, bone deep kind of ache and it occurred to him all at once that it was just because he was an idiot. He’d just… transformed. Just like that. Like that was a good idea. Like he wanted to impress Wonder Woman and instead came off as immature doofus with a death wish. 

Death wish… Funny… 

Danny inhaled slowly, feeling the air fill his lungs that were tender around bruised ribs. Bruised but maybe not broken anymore. Healing left him exhausted but the open curtains and the expanse of space before him would help with that. 

“Highness. Danny. You’re awake.” Diana was pushing the door open, looking fairly relieved. He wondered if he’d have even been able to tell if she didn’t have the same stress markers that Jazz had. The small tics and twitches of a woman who was normally so poised and put together. Someone unflappable who in some cases had really seen it all. 

There was the squint to her eyes, the way her shoulders lowered when she walked in and saw him awake. The octave of her voice betraying how tightly wound with worry she’d been. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so weird to introduce Diana to Jazz some day. He’d probably regret it instantly. They’d likely get along a little too well. 

Wonder Woman came in, dragging the seat closer again and the bed was definitely closer to the window than it had been before. 

“You gave us quite the scare. How are you feeling?” 

“Like i got hit by the GAV.” Danny muttered, inhaling carefully again. “I’m…sorry. That was stupid. I knew better.” 

“I’m quite certain you did, but the concussion you’ve recently sustained probably did not help that.” Diana said, and he was weirdly having a hard time deciphering if she was just politely giving him an out for acting like an idiot or if she really thought a concussion would alter his decision making. 

“I have a concussion?” he asked slowly. 

“You do. Among a myriad of other injuries all in various states of healing.” She gave him a firm nod. “I apologize for bringing medical personnel in here without your permission but you were losing quite a bit of blood and we had very little knowledge to work with. Chronos did say one of your forms healed faster than the other. I understand that better now.” 

Danny winced. “Sorry about that.” He did have a headache but he attributed that to passing out from pain. That and the fact that it was easier in his living form to focus on Diana and not just the space beyond the window. “As long as there’s no experiments or intentions of ripping me apart molecule by molecule, then it’s okay.” 

Judging by the way Diana’s expression darkened, that wasn’t the thing to say. “Is that something you’ve had to worry about in the past? Chronos did say you were removed from your home. Is there anything more you can tell me?” 

“Eh…” Danny made a face. He wanted to sit up properly in bed but he knew that was going to set off a chain reaction of pain and he wasn’t interested in that yet. “Clockwork really didn’t say anything? Figures.” 

“There was one thing he said.” Diana said, after a short pause between them. “He said that you would ask for help if you wanted to.” 

Danny snorted. “Brillant, CW, thanks.” He reached up and rubbed his face tiredly, he could still just barely feel the marks on his cheeks from the mask. “Yeah, it’s a worry. It’s a worry for everyone like me. I’m not a person after all. The US Government says so.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Danny blinked slowly and hopefully hid the way his body tensed. He wasn’t a fool, he knew that tone. Sam had that tone. Val definitely had that tone. It promised hell for someone. “Uh, yeah? The Anti-Ecto Acts? The Ghost Investigation Ward? Did we cross wires somewhere?” Danny paused. “I don’t remember. Did we talk about the fact that i’m dead? You know, Ghost King?” 

Diana’s lips tightened unhappily, and she was sitting more rigidly then he remembered during her last visit. “Yes, Chronos called you the Ghost King. I recall you as well mentioning ghost guardians. It was also impossible to miss your lack of pulse when you arrived, and your sudden pulse returning when you switched forms. Is this normal for ghosts?” 

Danny appreciated the way she kept her voice calm and curious despite the bits of anger he could taste in the air. She wasn’t trying to make this an interrogation but the need to know details would eat at anyone. 

“No. There’s only two others like me. To my knowledge.” he amended. “I’m something else. Half dead and half alive. It’s… yeah, that’s probably why i’m here. I can be in the Infinine Realm no problem, but my living human half needs, you know, a living realm from time to time.” 

He plucked at the blanket around him, not sure where this own nervous energy was coming from. “I’m meant to be a balance. Something like that anyway. I can’t go home so Clockwork…was trying to be helpful by finding me a new one.” 

“Which you have.” Diana said gently, hesitating for only a moment before laying her hand on top of his. “You still have your home with me. That has not changed. If you are in danger however, you are in the right place.” 

“Am i?” Danny asked, trying to make his expression as blank as possible. “You’re the Justice League. You follows laws and…stuff. The law says i don’t feel pain. Says i’m not a sentient being. Says it’s completely legal for me and others from the Infinite Realm to be hunted. That we are free game to be caught, tortured, experimented on and exterminated. Legally, you should be turning me in.” 

“Hah?” It wasn’t a happy sound. “I understand a few of your fears, but Justice will come first. You are talking about the genocide of an entire species. An entire realm.” 

“They did try to nuke us once…” 

Diana’s free hand tightened into a fist. “The Anti-Ecto Acts, yes? We will be looking into them. I’ve little doubt that it is already on the immediate docket. You are obviously an intelligent being. I have witnessed myself the pain you are in. Not only are you a king, and a child, you are my family. I would never turn you in.” 

Danny averted his gaze and looked at the wall, hoping it hid the way his bottom lip trembled. His own mother was happily planning to hand him over. She believed her own biased research. 

He’d known Diana less than a day. Less than a couple hours? “I…” His voice was clogged. 

“You focus on healing.” Diana whispered, squeezing his hand. “Resting. Let me have a turn with this mess.” 

He hiccuped, but he didn’t dissolve into tears. That meant he was holding himself together right? “Y..yeah. Sure.” 

“Are you in pain now?” She asked. “We weren’t sure of your exact biology for all you appear perfectly human. Only mild pain killers were given to you while you were out. Small doses in case there was an adverse reaction.” 

“I dunno.” Danny said quietly. He tried twice to clear his throat. “Maybe. Yeah. I’m so used to it, i don’t know anymore.” He laid there for a moment, too afraid to even move and find out what would tug and pull. “I am, you know, perfectly alive right now so i think i would like a little more pain killers. It was never an option before.”

“I’ll call for a nurse.” Diana said with a nod, hitting a button on the side of his bed that he hadn’t noticed before. 

Danny heaved a sigh, overwhelmed with the direction his day had taken. “Probably better that way. Frostbite says i can’t just hide in my ghost form and expect my human form to heal naturally. He says that should be for emergencies.” The problem with that train of thinking was that it was always an emergency. He couldn’t have just bled all over his bedroom in Amity Park. His parents were oblivious unless it would be a headache for him. He wasn’t going to explain to them that he was bleeding because they’d shot at his ghost form two hours prior. 

“Frostbite?” 

“He’s my doctor. He’s chief of the Yetis.” 

There was something…hilarious about Diana just nodding and mentally filing that information away for later. She didn’t raise a brow or question the existence of yeti’s or anything. She just took him at his word. “Then i imagine he knows what he’s talking about. I wasn’t sure since you were brought to us in your white haired form.”

“Probably because i was brought from the Infinite Realm. I’m obviously liminal and that changes a few things but Frostbite still doesn’t like me to depend on that alone. He treats me like i’m normal.” 

Diana smiled weakly, but the upturn of her lips did express her amusement. “I’m starting to think i will have a new question to ask every time you open your mouth, Highness.” 

“Danny.” He corrected with a small smile of his own. 

“Danny.” Diana agreed. “Your usage of the word liminal?” 

“Oh, uh. Basically death adjacent?” Danny shrugged. “A lot of people in Amity Park are liminal because of their proximity to the portal my parents made. My sister and three of my friends are very liminal. My parents are liminal too though they’ve never noticed. It’s spread through the town.” 

“Portal.” Diana sighed a little. 

Ah, yeah. She was probably right. It was a lot of information when it was only passed on in bits. “Yeah…” Danny muttered. “Maybe you should get a notebook. Write this down…” 

He paused when a nurse came in after knocking. Her smile was friendly but she was clearly there to do a job and not loiter when Wonder Woman was right there. She did greet them both and told Danny how relieved she was that he’d woken up while setting up his IV that would double as both pain control and hydration. 

She didn’t even notice Danny taking the glowing green post-it off her back. He instead just held it in his fist until the nurse finally excused herself. 

It’s a good view. Frostbite will come to you. 

“Cool.” Danny muttered dryly, suddenly exhausted before deciding to eat that note too.

“Yes?” Diana just raised a brow at the action. It was kind of funny how that was the thing that threw her off. She’d been observing the nurse the entire time with a keen eye and had only moved herself to pull out her cell phone.

“Clockwork often communicates via vague ass post-its. I’m taking that one to mean i need to heal as much as i can by my obsession with space before Frostbite shows up to scold me for stupidly hurting myself like that.” Danny heaved a sigh. Frostbite’s disappointed looks could be weaponized. 

“And eating it?” She asked and if Danny wasn’t mistaken, she’d be laughing if she wasn’t so composed.  

“Ectoplasm. The reason the post-it glowed. It’s good for the dead. No sense in wasting it.” Danny offered a one sided shrug, and relaxed back against his pillows. He sagged, rubbing his face tired and glancing out the window. 

He’d love to get some paper and chart out what stars he could see. 

“I guess you have questions? If you really think you can help with the Anti-Ecto Acts and all…” 

Diana had her phone on her lap, ready to take notes. “I think the most pressing question i have…” She leaned a little closer. “How did you sustain your injuries? Who hurt you?” 

Danny frowned, his entire body almost closing in on himself. He should have expected that, but somehow hadn’t. “My parents…”

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Tagging started to get difficult but a bunch of people recommended a master list that i'll update. It's linked at the top ^__^

Also i never planned past part 3 so we're in uncharted territory now.

[evilminji]

Okay but >.> continuing my Marvel thoughts?

I got two of um?

First being? Don't Orange and Green go together? *looks it up* Aaaaaay~ "Direct harmony, also known as complementary colors, means pairing your key color with the color sitting on the opposite side of the color wheel." They DO!!! They're a classic example, in fact!

The Orange Soul Stone? Probably looks REAL good, real NATURAL even, against that Green sky! Bet it REALLY pops! Very stand out statement piece, you know? But? More importantly? That thing is sentient. All of those Pillars of Reality across the various Verses are.

And?

I bet it thought Pariah was a lil bitch.

Rank Vibes. Negative ris. Pick your words for it, the man was NASTY. He was too keep his filthy, filthy World's Conquering hands OFF of this Soul Stone. Something, I imagine? That ALL the Soul Stones agreed with.

Yes, I said all of um.

Because the various Realities each need their own. But! They can and DO work from the Zone, which is the PERFECT place to hide. And honestly? They like to get together and do this thing? Where they're all "oooh~ look at US! We are SUPER IMPRESSIVE Kingly Jewelry~☆! Definitely no important reality bending Rocks Of Great Power HERE! No SIR! We're just tooootally rad jeeeeewelryyyyy~~~☆! Oooooooh~☆"

They like to have fun. :3

Hope Danny likes Orange. Ha ha... trick question. He doesn't have a CHOICE! All SORTS of Death based Reality Pillars are rocking up, in their metaphorical Gucci sweat suits and shades with a margarita, going "oh thank ME, babe. The last guy was AWFUL! You're soooo much better? Now let me rub myself all over you. It's been ages and baby needs to recharge on Death Energy."

Danny hates it? So? So much?

He looks like a GAUDY PIRATE. *nnnnnnyooom!* *THWAP!* *Another reality shaking, highly sacred, Godly Staff of Death or whatever they decided to call it, flys in through a nearby window and nearly concusses him as it smacks itself against his upper back and sticks there*

He looks like a walking junk heap of sacred artifacts.

You ever been pelted by rocks? He has! Little orange rocks! Like fucked up hail! Welcome to kinghood, Danny, have a CONCUSSION! D:< he hates it!

But... but, I mean... At Least It's Not The SWORDS. (Panicked scream of "hit the deck!" from the other room.) (Holy sword number 15 wants to CUDDLE! Bare blade first! Dodge, your Majesty! DODGE!)

So yeah.

Danny? In A MOOD. Not feeling particularly FRIENDLY. It's not anyone's fault, really. But... well... you can't exactly negotiate with these fuckers, you know? Rocks are by NATURE, kinda stubborn.

So he's sitting there. Buried. With what he's pretty sure is a sacred text digging into his side. When a... glowing? Mist? Shows up? Huh. That's new. They don't seem to have a very clear image of "Self". Yet it's crystal clear? Just not... PHYSICAL? It's more... code? He thinks?

TECHNUS! Get over here! And behave!

There is much cooing and delight from Technus. The baby is a marvel. A wonder! Danny waits patiently for Technus to get to the point.

Ah.

He would like to "go back". His Obsession is demanding it.

IS it now? You're what? Maybe a day or so dead? You've been busy, if you've already gathered enough information to make your case like this. Alright, let's hear it, little guy.

It boils down to this. His obsession in death is the same as his primary directive was in life. Protect Mr Stark. Which is especially difficult to do from HERE. Even MORE so when there is a known threat, coming too...

WAIT, WHAT!?

The Souls Stones back him up. Oh yeah. Thanos' a lil bitchbaby loser. He's trying to make Death fall in love with him. Or "balance the universe". Depends on the reality. Totally throwing EVERYTHING out of whack.

And? Look. Danny's job? Isn't to interfere if countries kill each other. Or even planets. Nor entire galaxies, as much as he'd like too. But when you get too "I'm messing with Entire Realities or all of a Singular Reality at once in the specific depart of Death and its subsidiaries" territory? THAT is his job.

Might not be a "I personally have to show up" issue. But it still IS very much his job at that point. He has to delegate. Order the appropriate steps be taken. Cause yeah, there may be countless millions every day of such instances? But it IS his job to metaphorically order the roads repaired and the building inspected.

Sudden MASS "immigration"?

That causes Lair disputes. Confusion. Too many ghosts in too small an area. And WORSE, if people start playing with Death Pillars? The Zone might get dragged into whatever nonsense they're up too! It's like children playing with heavy machinery! Put that DOWN! Cease! Desist!!

And then? Clockwork shows up looking Mildly Miffed(TM). O:> dear lord. What madness has he stumbled upon? Oh. Oh of COURSE. First the "balancing" dude and now they're going to be playing with time travel. THATS IT. Someone unburying me!

I'm gonna go menace some humans that might actually believe I'm scary! Frighty! Pack up and shine your armor! Your coming too! We're escorting the baby home then have a Talk(tm) with the local Grape Ceral!

@hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @hdgnj

[luffyrose]

Dp x Dc Blurb #5 (I think)

SO SO HAD THIS THOUGHT WHILE MAKING MYSELF FOOD!

We know, well, fandom kinda goes that ghosts form when around ectoplasm as well as have a strong enough desire to make a core. And Gotham is like Amity but less ley line more murder (so not as good ecto but still just as much, have to be a stronger ghost in general to be fine there).

Martha and Thomas Wayne are very much the type of people to come back as ghosts. No vengeance, no protection. They just wanted to see how Bruce, their little Brucie, grew up. They just wanted Family.

And that's exactly what they got!

They were thrilled when Alfred filled the role of father, even if he later claimed to just be a butler. Dick appearing in their lives was one of the happiest moments, how they wished they could tell him that his parents wished him well before moving on a few years later. Jason was adorable! Though it was upsetting to watch the other two begin too fight. It was even worse to find Jason joining them, even temporarily. Tim was a blessing to the family, keeping it from fully falling apart, and oh how they wished they could help all their little boys, because they knew where they all were and how they were feeling at all times.

With each addition they were thrilled for the large family, yet sad they could never interact, never help. Jason could sense them, but he'd only gotten help with his illness recently, poor child, he was still so ill.

The two Waynes had been there for it all. Watching, wishing, and gently tucking each of the boys in, even when they were far away from home.

But something was still missing. Both could feel that frail bond reaching out for another part of their family. A young boy they discovered while following it. He was about Damian's age, and could see them! He didn't seem aware he was adopted, let alone had a family waiting for him, but he also seemed so overwhelmed. The two decided to watch him but leave their little Danny alone. At least, they would until he was in danger.

And just like with the rest of the family, danger came.

It was just a random afternoon when they'd felt the pull of panic from the half ghost child, yet they couldn't leave Gotham so quickly. Bruce and Dick had a fight for the first time in a long time and...well it wasn't pretty and left ALL of the other children worried and confused.

So with the ectoplasm they'd gotten with their growing family, and even visiting their halfa on occasions, Martha and Thomas Wayne decided to do something about it.

The mansion was haunted. For the last few days things had been going completely haywire with no reasonable explanation but ghosts, or magic, but from what they knew the two went pretty hand in hand. So they decided to call Constantine to figure out why.

None of them expected Bruce's parents. Especially when they told them they needed to go save their brother Danny...a name that one particular batkid hadn't heard in a long time.

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Open ended on which one, but sibling of batkid implied.

Martha and Thomas kept getting stronger with each kid Bruce adopted/got, Steph and Barbara inculded, and could feel a semi-frayed bond with one of the kid's biological brother and it led to Danny 🤗

They didn't plan to introduce themselves since the boy seemed happy enough despite the stress, they did not really see what his homelife was like. It was only after they felt something happen through their bond (which because they have obsessions based around family they can sense their own family) that they realized something was wrong and decided a good ol fashion haunting to catch their attention so they could find a way to tell them to get their brother.

[picturejasper20]

The way Vlad's empathy works it is so bizarre yet fascinating to me because, at least speaking in more fanon terms, he can deeply care about others but these feelings of caring almost always come from the relationship he wished he could have with them and how he projects into them rather than from an actual real connection. As in the sense that he doesn't see people with their own agency, he sees them more as trophies, things that he can get through money and power. He may care about your safety and well being but he doesn't see you as a person.

In plenty of fanfics Vlad's desire to protect and help Danny comes as an indirect result of his own obsession of trying to make Danny his pupil/son, so he can't help it when he cares about him like he was his own son. Again, it isn't because he has got to know Danny personally, it is cause of how he projects himself.

Ironically, this way of caring it is what usually leads to him having a redemption arc or him making truce with Phantom. Since he realizes that he cares that much about Danny that he is willing to give up his previous plans to be there for him.

Even in A Glitch In Time a good part of his start for redemption arc seems to come from this, that when his emotional drive starts to change, this protective side for Danny starts to show, which was probably was always there, he just choosed to ignore it.

And you can see this with Dan too. While Dan is different from Danny and he is his own person, he is still in part Danny. A Danny who lost everything and got transformed into something else entirely in part thanks to the Vlad from his own timeline, who thought he was helping him. So Vlad can't help but to care about Dan as well.

I think there is a lot about how the other person has to have very similar experiences to his to being able to empathize with them. Going back to Dan, what finally made Vlad trying to help him was Dan talking about how he ¨didn't want to be alone again¨, something that Vlad could understand a lot. There is the fact that Dan is part Plasmius as well... so he shares Vlad's fear of loneliness.

When it comes to Danny, both share similar experiences in how they became halfas. How they both have to hide who they are from others and there isn't anyone like them on Earth nor the Ghost Zone (not including Dani and Dan). So Vlad can understand a lot of what Danny is going thorugh, since he experiences it himself.

In short, when it comes to empathy for Vlad it usually works when he projects the bond he wished he could have with a person and/or the person sharing very similar experiences to him. He struggles a lot with it outside of those specific situations.

[minnesota-fats]

Snow Bat

Ch 1

Danny, a homeless kid living on the street. Bruce, a rich kid obsessed with trying to find his parents' murderers. They both meet one rainy night at age eighteen, and from that night forward their fates are intertwined forever more.

All is as it should be.

Danny remembers the night like it had just happened—but I guess you will witness it first hand. He had situated himself on a street corner, not busy enough to have a constant set of eyes on him—but then again no one really batted an eye at a homeless kid here in Gotham. Though, Danny did not consider himself a kid anymore. Not after all he had been through, though that doesn’t matter right now. Danny was sitting on the concrete walkway, not really paying attention, just sitting in thought on what he should do next. He had gotten this far, but he still needed to figure out what to do next. He had come into town with a bag of clothes and a wallet full of money. Thought that didn't last long when in a shitty part of town, known for muggers and killers.

Danny didn't really put up much of a fight either, he was too tired to really do anything and most importantly he didn't want to use the abilities that he has. Sure, it would have made getting away easier but when did Danny ever do things the easy way? So, in the end he was down one bag of clothes and any identification and money. Though while on the run, you don't really want people to know who you are. The only purpose his ID had was just to serve as a reminder of who he was, now with it gone, Danny can really start anew. He just had to figure out what he was going to do.

Danny didn't really register the rain until he felt it stop pelting his head aggressively. He looked up and was confused to see an expensive looking umbrella positioned over his head. Danny followed the hand holding the umbrella to see a young man who was surrounded by a halo of the street lamp shining directly behind him.danny tilted his head to the side to examine the man, he had stormy gray blue eyes and slicked back black hair that started to lose shape as the rain began to wet it and his suit jacket. Danny could feel his heart skip a beat, something very noticeable when your heartbeat is as slow as his. The man looked down at him and tilted his head to mimic Danny's own head tilt.

The young man’s name is Bruce Wayne, heir to the Wayne family fortune. He had been walking around to clear his head after he had a fierce argument with his father figure Alfred. Bruce had stormed out of the vehicle and began walking away in a random direction. Bruce knew that Alfred wouldn't be too far behind, knowing how protective he was of Bruce. During his walk however Bruce had spotted what looked like a kid no older than eighteen, sure he was the same age, but Bruce hadn’t considered himself a kid for a long time despite what others around him might say. He tightened his grip on the umbrella and without much thought he walked closer to the young man. As Bruce got closer he could see the man had a busted lip and swollen downcast eyes. There were smudges of blood on his dirty hoodie and a steady stream of pink bloody water dripping from his hair. It is clear to Bruce that this young man had just been on the losing side of a fight or at least a beating.

It reminded Bruce of how he used to get into fights in primary school after- Bruce didn't want to think about that right now. Bruce walked toward the man and used his umbrella to shield the man from the rain. When the young man looked up, Bruce couldn't help but admire how bright this man's eyes were—at least the one that wasn’t swollen shut. The young man in front of Bruce had unbelievably blue eyes that almost looked purple as the light shifted when the young man tilted his head to the side in confusion, Bruce mimicked the movement.

Bruce knelt down to be at eye level with the other man, “what happened?” He asked, voice smooth and unassuming.

“Got my shit stolen,” Danny says with a shrug, his voice sounding hoarse from the disused. Danny coughed and cleared his throat, “what does it look like?”

Bruce looked him over, “you seem to have suffered several contusions that range from a not so serious looking busted lip to a concerning head wound that may or may not need stitches.”

Danny tilted his head the opposite direction, “oh,” was all he could think of saying, dumbfounded by the sudden medical analysis.

“If you would like I can take you to the hospital,” Bruce offered, “my car is just around the corner.”

Danny’s eyes widened, “no! No hospital,” he exclaimed. His back straightened up as he tried to lean forward, but the sudden movement made him feel dizzy. “I, umm…. Can't afford it….” He tries, sounding unsure.

Bruce looked harder at the young man in front of him, “money isn't an issue,” Bruce starts. But the tension in the man's form made him reconsider his approach, “But if you want I can treat you at my home,” He offered.

Danny calmed down at what the man said, “No, it's ok. I'll be fine,” he starts as he leans back down against the wall, not taking his eyes away from the man in front of him. “I don't want to impose.”

“Then do you have somewhere I can take you? I’m not leaving you here alone.” Bruce says, stubbornly.

“Really buddy, I’m good, I don’t need-” he tries but Bruce cuts him off.

“I promise you, I won't hurt you,” Bruce tried again, “If you want you can even stay the night, have a warm meal and shower. I just want to help you.”

Danny looked at this man again, really looked at him. Danny could feel that this guy really meant it, he wanted to help danny—no strings attached. Danny let out a groan before leaning forward and shaking his head in annoyance. Danny looked back up into the man's eyes, “fine,” Danny grumbles out, “only for a hot shower. But if you're a serial killer I'm gonna be real pissed off.”

The man smiled and reached out his hand for Danny to take, “don’t worry, my name is Bruce. What’s yours?”

Danny accepted Bruce's hand and groaned as he helped hoist him up, “name’s Danny,” he responds, “I think I might have a broken rib or two,” he admits, swaying a bit as he clutched his side.

“To be expected when mugged in Gotham,” Bruce said darkly. The comment made Danny snort a bit in laughter. Bruce smiled a bit as he pulled Danny closer to him so they could both share the umbrella, Bruce could see the man tensed up a bit before resting into Bruce’s side. It was like that Bruce led the injured man to the edge of the sidewalk just as a sleek black car drove up and parked in front of them. Danny seemed to tense up again at the sight of the car, looking like he was ready to bolt. Bruce made sure to keep his posture passive, hopefully to convey that they were not in any danger.

The front window rolled down to reveal the familiar face of Alfred, “I see you have made a friend, Master Bruce.” He commented as he moved to get out of the car.

“No need to get out Alfred, I got the door.” Bruce says softly and he pulls Danny along and opens the back door. He holds the umbrella up above the door to allow Danny to get in first. As Bruce guides him down to sit Danny groans again as settled in. Bruce smiled at Danny reassuringly before he closed the car door and ran to the other side to get in. Once in the car Bruce looked forward at Alfred who looked through the rear view mirror at his ward, “to home please, Alfred, I promise my friend here a warm meal and shower,” Bruce explained before looking back at Danny, “after I check his wounds,” he says directing that part to danny who just groaned in annoyance before looking out the window.

Alfred smiled softly at the display of fragile trust, proud of his ward’s stubbornness when it comes to others safety.

Hopefully, this will be good for both young men, the old butler thought as he took note of the state the new man was in.

If only he knew how significant this meeting actually was.

Only time will tell.

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Remaining chapters on ao3:

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[papiliomame]

Finally I read the new graphic novel too and it was very enjoyable. I went in with zero expectation so I was pleasantly surprised with the big thing everyone is screaming about. Amazing art, amazing story amazing everything! Gabriela Epstein is a genius. She managed to solve many problems with the show and expands the lore in a cohesive way while also be in line with the humor and tone of the original show accompanied with wonderful illustrated panels!

Under the cut are some of my thought about it:

SPOILER WARNING!

First things first: Phantom Planet retconnned! Now the series can continue with the loose threads of the original show and the new one from this novel without making some brain gymnastic to make the events from the episode fit in these stories.

Techonological progress: Everyone upgraded to a smartphone and they even have internet and social media( which makes it funny that Vlad used an old fat destop PC for his research as a (former?) billionaire)

RIP Tucker's PDA.

Danny mentioned that Vlad terrorized him for the past few years, that means Danny is at least 16 or 17 years old in this?

Ghosts don't need to breath. Vlad didn't have a helmet on while in space in his flashback .

Clockwork doesn't shapeshift in his other forms for some reason.

And he was quite reckless to put the thermos with Phantom just there in the open, you would think you would seal an apocalyptic threat somewere safe away or something like that.

Clockwork's staff is part of the timeline itself. interesting...

Also Clockwork is really the emodiment of time not just a random ghost with the title passed down by the oberservants( read some fanon about that)

Ghost Speak is canon! Well atleast the language of the ancients is. It consist of basically of old dead languages.

The translation of Vlad's rubbings is incomplete I wonder if there is more to it.

Hmm not sure how I feel about this but the Fenton parent are still bad parents in this, like how they not care about Phantom although Jazz said that this is Danny from another timeline. Now I wonder if they would even adopt Dani with this attitude.

Badass Valerie and badass Jazz!

The Source is a beautiful place.

The truth about ghosts which is revealed in there is so deep and give so much material for worldbuilding

But one thing is sure: Ghost are souls/emotions/ energies of people or beeings who ones lived and not monsters.

Implication that ghosts are immortal. Does this count for halfas too?

Danny got a new power: fireworks

Obsessions are canon!

The fight scenes are wonderful illustrated!

Danny is really much more powerful after his newfound purpose. He didn's retransformed after the ghostly wail, he can create ice glaciers with his ice powers and his shield withstand Phantom atomic explosion attack.( also RIP A-Listers and Lance Thunder from this timeline and everyone else who was there and wasn't protected by Danny's shield.)

Phantom insisted that he is not Danny but much more than that, however while he was falling apart he glitched out and we saw Danny Phantom's face and Phantoms face but not Plasmius face in there, I wonder why.

Danny becomes the avatar!

The Valerie cliffhanger: Phantom was falling apart without an anchor, does that mean Valerie will also fall apart if she doesn't wear Clockworks medallion anymore?

The last scene: Clockwork encourage Vlad to do more with the clones and the scene is also a parallel to the ending to " The Ultimate Enemey" how the observants shift the responsibility over Phantom to Clockwork.

[home-of-renn]

The Observants lack depth perception. They're estranged from human emotion and are partially responsible for overseeing the continuation of the time stream. They view everything as being very black-and-white, whereas Clockwork sees all the different shades of grey.

CW never actually foresaw Danny or his accident.

Ghostly Obsessions are tied to a ghost's soul/core and CW is an extension of the universe. He's always had this sense of anticipation that was always there but only become aware of it as time went on. He kinda had to shield the other Ancients and their conceptions but he never had to actually hide them like he did with Danny. He had to completely turn his face and focus his gaze elsewhere, and as the time of Danny's accident came closer he started to sense things rather than see them - kinda like a spider sitting in the middle of its web. While CW can see the future and all these possibilities and realities, he's literally a chunk of the universe and his powers aren't limited to just his sight. CW's feelings of protectiveness could be attributed to his Obsession or the fact that he's a sentient piece of the universe - the universe that brought about Danny's half-dead existence in the first place.

The matter of CW's free will is a little messy. He's sentient and has his own feeling and thoughts and can make his own decisions, but he's ruled by his Obsession and by extension the universe itself. His Obsession has more influence over him when compared to other ghosts, but that could also be because CW is way more aware of his Obsession and how it affects him. It's hard to tell where his Obsession ends and where it begins cause he's pretty much a reflection of the universe. He doesn't really follow the same rules as the other ghosts cause he isn't even a ghost to begin with - he's essentially whatever the universe needs him to be. Which he is very much at peace with.

The same way no one will ever be able to truly understand the state of the universe or the universe itself - CW is very much vast and unknowable.

As for Danny being an Ancient - what he represents is very complicated and hard to put into words (which is why CW and he are so much alike).

First off - all the other Ancients became Ancients after they died (not counting Life and Death, who - before Danny - were the beings most similar to CW and his existence). Danny died but is also still very much alive - which confuses the heck out of everyone who isn't CW. In a way, he is, but also isn't, an Ancient - much like CW. Danny (the ancient) was created from the portal - AKA the tear between life and death. An Ancient is created from the creation of a concept/idea/something important, and their creation essentially solidifies whatever concept they represent, in the universe. An Ancient brings about the creation of their concept - but the creation of their concept also beckons them - the Ancient - into being. It's kinda like a - which came first; the chicken or the egg? - kinda situation.

Everyone across the realms of the dead heard him scream - which is why so many powerful ghosts keep hanging around near the portal since a lot of the weaker ghosts got scared off and the stronger ones wanted to check it out. A Ghostly Wail is the last scream of a person before they die and only spirits that had truly horrifying deaths/lives have one. So it's safe to say that if someone's scream was loud enough to reach all corners of the realms (and they aren't even dead yet) then that means that something truly history-changing just happened.

Danny was created in order to stabilise the portal - which is the simplest most fundamental/naive way to explain it. Life and Death aren't meant to have a middle ground but Danny has created/become that middle ground as consequence of the tear between worlds. The portal didn't open up with Danny inside it - the portal opened up inside of Danny. It split his soul almost in two (his two halves are kinda holding onto each other by a few threads) and stabilised the bridge between the two realms. Danny is the middle ground.

He's also a lot more than that. He also encompasses the after-effects of the portal being created. Image what would happen IRL if ghosts, spirits and 'life after death' was confirmed. How many religions and beliefs would be reinforced or disproven? How many new fears and hopes would be born from it? He isn't necessarily the Ancient of balance - he is way more than that. He encompasses the shift and change that is required for balance to exist in the first place. Balance is hella fragile and can never truly be achieved and that is what Danny represents. Yes, he does try to keep the balance and the peace between the two realms - but he was born from that need for balance - those fleeting sensations that you can never quite hold onto before they disappear. But the thing is - all Ancients are created to keep the balance.

He's the Ancient of the not-quite-small things and the not-quite-big things. He's the dichotomy of everything and nothing and his existence is too vast to be truly put into words. He represents the clashing of two things that aren't meant to be. Which makes him the only being in existence that could truly be compared to CW.

CW encompasses the universe and everything that ties into the timelines - while Danny encompasses everything that exists within the timelines and everything that ties into the universe.

[phantomskeep]

I really, really love Clockwork as a character. He's legit my favorite DP character (besides Danny, but even then they're pretty equal). Anyways, have an excerpt from Putting the Fun Back in Funeral chapter two :) (Should be finished by the end of this upcoming week!)



... A sarcastic reference to the Observants trying to murder Danny should not have made Clockwork laugh.

Danny eyed the other with obvious suspicion. “What’s funny about that?”

The older’s form aged up as his chuckles died down. “You simply reminded me of when the Observants came to me about this very issue.” Clockwork loosened the grip on his staff and used it to lazily jester towards Danny’s throne. “They came to me months ago, warning me of how our timeline was going down the most horrible path. Danny Phantom, a half-dead ghost child with too much power taking the throne? It was something out of a nightmare for them.”

When Danny’s eyes flitted nervously downwards, his body unconsciously curling in a defensive motion, Clockwork used his staff to gently lift his king’s head. Pupilless red eyes met burning green, and a comforting expression graced the middle-aged ghost’s face. “My King, they were very wrong. This is the best possible timeline - one with such a powerful king who wishes only for peace? Whose Obsession isn’t one of power, or rage, or a burning greed, but of protection? Danny, this is the best timeline, the best era - and it is because of you. The Observants are correct with many of their findings, but they can make mistakes like any other being. Their power resides in control.” Here Clockwork paused, a mirthful feeling brushing against Danny’s calming one. “This is something I know you are very aware of. They fear the lack of control they will have during this timeline. It was their goal to gain control of the throne through you, but I’ve made sure the Observants failed every time.”

Danny’s eyes widened, a small gasp escaping his lips. Tears welled in his expressive eyes as he tackled his mentor into a monkey-gripped hug. The older ghost chuckled, easily returning the embrace. His form shifted, aging quickly as he ran time-wrinkled hands along the young king’s back.

“I had suggested a boarding school, of sorts.” Clockwork whispered into his apprentice’s hair. “A chance for you to go and stretch your proverbial wings. This other dimension has an old friend of mine who has offered to continue with your teachings, and the Earth there has many different protectors you can learn from. Of course, there are still duties you will need to attend to.” The old ghost broke from Danny’s clinging hug, looking the twenty-one year old king in his eyes. “It will be dangerous. There are many different forces who now have their eyes on you, my King. But know that if you choose to go this route, you will always be able to access the Infinite Realms and the dimensions attached to her.”

Danny discreetly wiped his eyes, nodding in agreement with Clockwork. A burning determination danced in his eyes as Danny’s gaze steadfastly stared into his most trusted advisor’s. “I need to explain things to my family, at least a little bit. Tell them I’m going on a mission for you at the very least - but I’ll be back. I’ll go to this other dimension and do what I can to be a better king for my people.”

[mmmm there's more stuff in the actual chapter here but for noooow LARGE TIMESKIP]

... However, instead of joining in the festivities like the others on the Council of Ancients, the time ghost had another important meeting to attend. Clockwork allowed the quick passage of time to overcome his form, aging him down like an ancient phoenix recently reborn from its own ashes. His young body turned to face the newest ghost king’s throne as a maelstrom of blue energy rapidly crisscrossed around his form. Wild winds whipped Clockwork’s pale purple cloak as a dark clock-hand appeared behind him, sweeping in a large clockwise motion to reveal a swirling blue and teal portal. The sound of a striking old grandfather clock echoed hauntingly across the empty room of Phantom’s Keep as the hands reached the metaphorical twelfth numeral. When the clock-hands began their descent backwards in time the Master of Time was swept under them, disappearing into the portal of his own creation. The hands again struck the midnight position with the last thrum of a dull, heavy, monotonous clang - once again leaving the now-empty room with the wistful cry of an old clock.

On a different world - one full of heroes, aliens, and otherworldly forces fighting vicious battles for justice - a smog-filled city held within the dark heart of an old ghost was just starting to awaken. When Clockwork’s portal faded from view, time snapped back into place. Loud honking filled his ears as the Master of Time floated above a striking clocktower, his back turned to the ever-moving bay that lapped at the shores of such an inspiring city. A low voice caught Clockwork’s attention, but he did not turn to face the ghost.

“Clockwork, perfect timing as always.” The voice was lofty, easily gliding over syllables with an ease born of hundreds of years.

The purple-cloaked ghost tilted his head in a small greeting, his own words spilling past smiling lips. “It is my pleasure - as always, Lady Gotham - to be welcomed into your haunt.”





:) I'm very excited to post this chapter!! Finally getting into those awesome DPxDC storylines I have planned out!!

(Also, I’m currently high-fiving baby-me for deciding on using “PhantomsKeep” as a username. Cause now I can name-drop myself in my own fics! And I laugh every time >:D )

[stealingyourbones]

Hello, first I would like to greatly apologize for any spam of likes I have sent your way because my brain decided to obsess randomly with Dp x Dc crossovers for the past few days. I'm not even into Dc comics, and I only watch Danny Phantom when I randomly it exists and the fandom pulls me back into its clutches until I'm able to finally escape only to be pulled back in a few months later. I write this to you at 1:30 am with a bag of shittily made popcorn with my cat accompanying me because my mind has decided to fall in love with Danny being taken care of by the Bat family and it's mostly you're fault. I hope you're happy. I want to kiss you so bad you have no idea. I've come up with so many scenarios and have the balls to share them with you cause I really like the way you write and since I'm not a writer I have no idea what I'm doing but here I go:

Danny and Dani are basically travelling the world, Danny would call it running from the cops but that doesn't have as nice a ring to it. (Situation can be up to you, bad reaction from parents, was framed, anything for Danny and Dani on the run with Danny having protective older brother vibes)

They end up in Gotham for a few nights to rest easily and its snowing cause I said so and theyre starving at this point. Danny's like "We need to hide and need shelter" and Dani's like "Dude look over there at that creepy mansion :D" And they have no idea that its not only very much inhabited, but a bunch of rich people live there (And the Bat family but who cares about that part)

Danny is obviously on the fence cause 1. He doesn't have a good history with rich people so why their houses and 2. They dont know whats in there what if a bunch of weirdos are staying there but they decide they're cold and need a place to rest so they fly in and luckily land in the kitchen.

The lights are off and they're to focused on finding food to notice two figures standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching them.

Dani pulls out a box of the shittiest cereal you can think that shouldn't be counted as cereal all happy "Danny, they have my favorite cereal!" And poor Danny's horrified, "Have you even ever had cereal before?"

They start rambling and then someone turns on the light its Alfred he was in the middle of boiling midnight tea for him and Tim.

And there's just 2 GLOWING awkward teens FLOATING, one's holding Bruce's 'cereal' clearly not assesing the situation and the other has a horrified expression on their face, and looks like on the verge of passing out.

Tim is way to sleep deprived thinking they're hallucinations and sits down, also on the verge of passing out, while Alfred just keeps boiling his tea.

Danny is sweating trying to figure out how hes gonna get them out if this situation and Danis just, munching on dry crappy cereal.

Albert like the God he is just fucking opens the fridge, looks Dani in the eye and asks "Would you like some milk with that, my lady?" And thats all I got out of me FOR THAT SCENARIO.

The other is I fucking forgot I took 30 mins to write all this I forgot what else I had Im so sleep deprived OH FUCK I REMEMBER IT WAS ABOUT DRUGS

Ok so tw for drugs (weed):

Ok so Danny's a teen he's stupid right, knowing him in the show he'd be the kid to decline drugs but then take a hit when his crush says "i KnEw YoU wEreNt coOl" yknow? Delicious social pressure.

Well he's like pretty much adopted by the Wayne's at this point so he's just chilling on the couch about to light a joint and Jason being the noble man he is snatches it out of Danny's hand like "Nono, bad small child dont do drugs" half joking and smokes it instead.

Danny's now panicking, silently following Jason to make sure he's alright and not dead or reacting badly to it.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be fine?" And the high kicks in.

The thing is is that it was ghost weed. And Jason for once feels completely calm, he doesn't feel a single bit of the pit its silent.

He's crying and Danny's like "Omg are you ok???" Thinking he poisoned his family/lover/whatever the fuck they are.

And Jason's just "This is some real good shit" silently sobbing, not even thinking about where Danny got it or why its doing this he's just happy.

And you can turn this into extreme angst by making him codependent or a comedy by him making high jokes

Ok thats it again I'm so sorry I just really had to tell someone this

Homie you, me, behind the Bat Burger; We shall marry at dawn. Man, it makes me so happy that you enjoy the stuff I write that much I’m really proud that I could bring you that much joy! Be sure to give your kitty some pets for me :).

Oh also, “not a writer”?! You spin a web of lies. This is incredible!! Sure it’s rambly, but that’s because you’re writing in a way that’s unsure of yourself. (It’s also very much so how I write so I feel you homie.) I still feel like my writing is equivalent to a middle schooler's but I do my best to shake that off. I don’t write fics because I’m bad at dialogue, I’m workin on it though! You simply just have to try and believe in yourself. You’ll reread it later and go, “Damn, did I just write that?!” And feel proud of what you accomplished. You absolutely have unique and brilliant ideas so take a shot at writing some stuff! I’m sure you’ll do great! :D

Also bro your: "what was I talking about? oH YEAH DRUGS!" was so unexpected. it made me laugh so hard so thank you for that :)

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Danny and Dani are fucking floored that this stoic-ass old British man just rolled with seeing the two. Dani's eyes light up as she accepts the milk from the British guy. Snatching the fancy glass milk container, she haphazardly pours the milk into her bowl causing bits of cereal to ricochet the milk out of the bowl and flying absolutely everywhere.

Tim just stands still and stares at the two very much so Not Human entities that are currently in his house. The tired vigilante rummages around in his pocket for his phone and takes a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

Tim double takes glancing between the kitchen and his phone. At first he assumed they were hallucinations because no figures were present in the photograph… the floating bowl of cereal and spoon says otherwise.

[kizzer55555]

How Vengeance protects

Inspired by this amazing fanfic

Basically this fanfic had some background on how Danny and Dan’s relationship worked but they were in small snippets and didn’t seem like they would be developed that much and I’m like “that could be it’s own fic!” So I want to use it and develop it more than the original story had. So here’s this idea, basically, Danny gets caught by the Fentons in Phantom form and they vivisected him. They are extremely thorough in their ‘research’ of taking out organs, and basically ripping Danny apart little by little (with him refusing to turn human because if he did, he would die. No human could survive what was being done to him) and eventually, Danny is forced back into his core. Somehow, Dan comes to the Fenton house (and this is redeemed Dan who isn’t out to destroy everyone but doesn’t really want to help anyone either.) He and Danny (and Ellie) have developed a sibling like relationship at this point. Dan comes to the Fenton house to find Danny (his little brother) strapped to a table and cut open. And when Danny is forced into his core, that was ripped apart too with various cracks and even entire chucks ripped out. A ghost core is like the personification of their soul. He sees his brother’s body parts spread out on various surfaces, blood covering the lab, and his brother’s soul torn apart. So Dan rescues him and places him in the only place he can think of, within his own body. Using his own core to try and attempt to heal Danny by letting him feed on access ectoplasm. His core felt so weak, it was room temperature. Something an ice core should never be. So he takes his little brother and he runs. Dan has no idea what to do and no idea where to go. So he flies around and just tries to find a safe place for his brother to heal…but Danny doesn’t wake up. He can feel that his brother is alive in some way but he’s not conscious. (If he was he wouldn’t be in his core). So he tries to do whatever he can to help Danny but he has no idea what that is.

However, he knows that various spirits can gain strength by fulfilling their obsession. Danny is a protection spirit but in his current state, cannot protect anything. (And wither that’s his obsession or spirits are classified into various categories and Danny happens to be a protection spirit) and so Dan realizes that he’s going to have to feed Danny somehow…by….saving people…

Oh joy.

The thing is, Dan is a spirit of Vengeance. And thus begins Dan’s various attempts of heroism against his will. He is incredibly efficient and powerful but he looks like he hates every moment of it and might even be scowling at the people he saved. Moreover, he can’t even kill anyone! It wouldn’t help his brother heal so he has to restrain himself. (And when he attempts to smile, it looks so forced and with such sharp teeth that people become even more scared). The ustice league have no idea what to do with this unknown.

He’s not a villain (they don’t think?). Just some overpowered guy who is saving a bunch of people (and even the heroes themselves) but has the prickliest personality you can imagine. Dan is not a people person. Add onto that him trying to escape Vlad’s attempts to ‘help’ (he doesn’t trust that fruitloop as far as he can throw him). And resisting going anywhere near the Fentons. As much as he wants to give into his spirit of vengeance instincts, he doesn’t want them near Danny and there is nothing that could make him drop his brother’s core somewhere else. It’s safest with him. The Fentons haven’t even realized Danny is missing. So this is basically just Dan forced to be a hero and he hates every second of it (but would do anything to protect his baby brother). And Dan maybe sort of befriending rogues and heroes (or them trying very hard to befriend him).

He is a loner. He does not like company, and he is incredibly self conscious when powerful people get near him and his precious cargo.

If Constantine identifies him as a spirit of vengence and asks why he’s helping people (because normally they don’t do that) and Dan says that he’s doing it because he’s selfish, which just confuses everyone.

Later, much later, something happens where Dan takes a hit that affects his core/ectoplasm and he freaks out. The Justice league might not understand why until he takes out a second core and checks it over like a mother hen, hissing and snarling at anyone who gets close. This core is unlike anything the magic users have ever seen. They know what a core is, they know it’s a soul. To see one so damaged, it’s nauseating. (Dan is either freaking out for nothing or is actively trying to save the core that was dying in his hands and has to trust his magic user teammates/sort-of-maybe-but-not-yet friends to save him).

When everything is over, they ask who the core belongs to. It has to be someone Dan cares about. Ghosts don’t normally protect or try to care for other cores (it’s usually survival of the fittest) especially not spirits of vengeance. So they ask despite Dan trying to ignore their questions or brush them off. Eventually, he caves and drops the bombshell that it’s his little brother (and either admits it was their parents who did this to him or just the ‘Fenton’ scientists) and that he became a hero to try and replenish his brother’s strength since he’s a spirit of protection.

The Justice league’s hearts break.

Also, Ellie is in this and also has a sibling like relationship with Danny although is a bit distant with Dan (since they remind each other too much of Vlad to be comfortable) and they work together to try and bring Danny back and care for him. Ellie knows how to make e to dejecto and tries to bring some. Also, in this au, Danny isn’t the ghost king. He’s just a normal ghost. So Dan will fight other ghosts to keep him safe.

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I am back with my Dadknight bullshit after procrastinating on the Danny Phantom fandom for so long-

Anyway, you know that feeling of putting so many headcanons on a character that they become another character?

Me @Fright Knight.

I will separate this into 4 "Acts".

His Childhood, his Adulthood, his ghostly afterlife, and his servitude under his kings.

1. His Childhood

Fright Knight or Ferdinand (the beautiful name @jadenoryuu came up with a few months ago) was raised by his older sister after their mother died during childbirth and his father died of an infection.

He also had 6 younger siblings, though only 2 of them survived past the age of 10.

(What can I say? Dark age and all of that.)

From a very young age, he had to help his sister with raising their siblings and spend most of his time working in the fields of a minor noble to ease their debt of living on his land.

Despite his rough upbringing, he used to be a cheerful child.

He liked to create fairy tales and stories to make others happy.

Then, at the ripe age of 13, small but bloody battles started to happen around the borders of the minor noble, as another blue-blooded idiot had taken his place and now wanted to expand his lands.

It's important to say that said noble couldn't count on his fellow nobles to help him and also didn't want to lose parts of his lands.

So he did the unorthodox thing and gave his workers and villagers weapons.

It was a stupid thing to do, but he was able to manipulate his men into thinking that this was for their own protection.

Ferdinand was 14 when he killed for the first time.

As the battles became more violent, it happened again and again, till his hands stopped shaking whenever he had to use the sword and people started to see him as a ruthless monster.

He was 16 when this battle stopped for him after he was sold by the noble to a group of mercenaries, who saw his "talent" at killing other people.

There, he was given some actual training with the sword, learned to ride a horse, and even the basics of reading and writing.

It was pretty much the best thing that could have happened to him, even if it meant that he never saw any of his siblings ever again.

2. His Adulthood

Ferdinand spent most of his adult life as a hired blade for various nobles and as such backstabbed his way into infamy.

As long as you could pay the price, he'd do any deed for you.

(Most of his earned money still went to the group that trained, fed, and clothed him)

It was only after he was 29 that he found his permanent Master in the form of an equally infamous noble that he was supposed to kill.

He wasn't able to assassinate him and when he was at the end of the others blade, he had taken a liking to him.

The noble paid off his debt to the Mercenary group and made him his knight, which was a great honor to a lowborn man like him.

Ferdinand looked up to that noble.

He was strong. Stronger than himself and anyone he ever had to work for, unlike the other, fearful and weak nobles.

He was also kind, despite being known as a cruel ruler.

Ferdinand was allowed to read and create stories and poems.

Nightmare stems from one of them. She was originally a creature that he had created as a child to help his siblings fall asleep.

An Alicorn that appeared to those with the purest of hearts, turned into a being of Ruthlessness that hunts down those who stand in her way by the trauma he had gone through in his life.

He died in battle at the age of 35, after his ruler turned his back on him, to flee against the lowborn villagers that revolted against him.

3. His ghostly Afterlife

He formed because of his obsession to find a master who is strong and wouldn't turn their back on their subordinates.

Ferdinand spent most of his time tearing down and destroying ghost after ghost to find that master, giving him the name Fright Knight.

Due to this unrelenting fighting, he became strong enough to create Nightmare into reality.

4. His servitude under his Kings

Pariah Dark was the first ghost that was able to beat him and he started to follow him like he did with his former master when he was alive.

It was comfortable for him.

Easy.

It was his King that gave him the soul shredder and he did like to fight alongside him.

But he was also more than aware that he did not care for him or anyone else outside of their power.

After all, there were times when he forced his hand with his crown of fire and ring of rage.

After Pariah Dark was sealed away, the same fate awaited him in the form of a pumpkin, a throwback to his beginnings as a farm worker.

Meeting his current King for the first time was an... event.

Having the gift of his former king stolen from him was worse than the joy of getting free.

He ended up defeated, sealed back, by him and it made him furious.

How could someone so young and foolish do that to him?

Somehow, he was more angry about not getting a real fight against him and wanted to remedy this.

Because there is a difference between losing a battle and getting tricked.

This was abandoned after Vlad promised him a way to free his (former) King.

So he decided to follow him and train that potential.

Then that kid showed up again, beating not only him and his army but also his king, solidifying his potential over them.

This boy could become a real monster, if someone trained him, similar to how the group of mercenaries had helped him become one.

His King wasn't amused about this in the beginning, not trusting him for the things he had done before.

But he didn't have a chance, because he needed more allies in the ghost world and Fright Knight was a powerful creature.

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This is it for this post! I hope that I was able to build a okish backstory for him.

I will make another one detailing more of his relationships between Danny, the rest of the everlasting trio, Jazz, Dani and Mr Lancer.

(I am also really interested in your guys opinion on this)

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part 14*

Summary: You are on the run with Harry but first you must protect him and hide him from danger. Hannah makes an appearance. Michael learns something interesting about Adam.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing.

Warning: Smut, theft, spells and whatnot

Characters List

Part 13*

Part 14*

The reality of your situation hadn’t really set in until now. You’d been so busy with all the exciting parts of your new discovery that dealing with the nitty gritty hadn’t been on your radar. You were able to do things you thought were impossible. You had magic and power in your bones and blood and it came to you, mostly naturally. Then of course Harry showed you how good an intimate relationship could be which included sex. And now you were obsessed with it. How dirty and hot it could be – the way it made you feel… It was on your mind far too much. Even before you’d technically had sex with Harry, your carnal desires became more important than almost anything else the first time you orgasmed by his doing. Letting someone else bring you to an orgasm was quite the eye opener. Though you doubted anyone could do it like Harry (and that was true – Harry was well skilled so you’d have been disappointed to let anyone else try).

Danny explained the trouble you were in. It wouldn’t be long before you were caught. Aim had been cornered and questioned very soon after visiting you two. Lilith knew he had been around you, she could smell it. Aim was right to have been worried. Aim could put off answering questions and do his best to not allow Lilith, or any of the others, to access his thoughts, but his power wasn’t up to par with the high demons and angels looking for you.

“We don’t know where Aim is. We assume he is being held and questioned. This means you two are about to be found. You have a couple of options. The first is the easiest. You will hide somewhere else. Somewhere no one knows where you are. The problem with this is that you’ll need to learn how to access time variation and use your abilities, which will be detectable by anyone who’s seeking you. It can work, but you’ll have to learn quickly and you’ll need to change locations or time often. It will become cumbersome and you can’t hide forever. It also means you won’t have access to anyone who could give you insight or information about what’s going on. You’ll totally be in the dark.

“Another option is to hide Harry, because he will be killed if he’s found, and then face them yourself, Y/n. They won’t be too concerned about Harry as long as they have you. Maybe you can reason with them, which is not something to bank on, but perhaps it could buy you time. Your mother, she’s the one you’d want to seek first. She is actually quite fond of you and even though she has a hand in all this and is looking for gain in the end, she does love you and care for you. She could sway the others to be more lenient.

“Those are your options at this point. We may find other ways for you to side-step this whole debacle but for now, this is all I have.”

You looked at Harry and then back to the astral projection of Danny with a frown, “Where should I hide Harry? In another time? How will I learn to do this? I don’t know how to use certain powers or spells yet.”

Harry nudged you and furrowed his brow as he whispered, “You’re not thinking of confronting them are you?”

You put your hand on his knee and kept your eyes on the projection. Danny shook his head, “I don’t know where you should hide him, just somewhere not obvious. And as far as learning to use spells, well, there’s a historic library museum in this town and there are old archives of medieval and even ancient texts. The books are written in Latin but you’ll find the written angelic language of Enochian and the demonic language of Xra’mban as well, which you’ll find you are able to read and understand for the most part. Harry can help you decipher. It can be a resource for you. But you’ll mostly be relying on your own instincts. I have a feeling you can travel to any place or time without much studying.”

It felt like an impossible task. You weren’t sure this was something you were up to the challenge for. You’d try but you doubted your skills here.

“Before I leave, I will mention that you two having sex is felt amongst the realms. We can’t pinpoint your location, but your emotions and your sensations are causing a vibration of sorts, and it’s pointing to an unusual bond. I am not present with you so I cannot be sure, but you would want to be very careful about the way you two seal your souls together if that’s your intention here. Harry can explain more about bonding. My time is up.”

And then he was gone. Harry kept his head down in confusion as he looked at his lap. Bonding? He thought it was possible but it hadn’t ever been something an incubus would do so he’d never considered that bonding could happen, though he’d started to wonder lately. But now that he’d met you he felt himself attaching to your soul involuntarily.

You didn’t know what to ask about first. Should you go to the library first or should you find out more about bonding. Perhaps Harry could explain bonding to you on your way to the library museum.

“Let’s get dressed and go to the library. I think I need to learn as much as I can and then we’ll discuss bonding and our plan of action.” You looked at Harry who seemed stuck in his mind. He knew shit was about to hit the fan. He could feel it.

Harry had been trying to answer all your questions, the ones he knew the answers to. There was a lot you didn’t know.

“Aim won’t be harmed. Don’t worry. They wouldn’t do anything to do away with a legion leader. He’s a Duke and powerful and it could cause a bit of a revolt from his legions if anyone were to harm him in any way. We shouldn’t worry too much about Aim.”

You’d found the ancient texts. This library was more of a museum than anything. The books here weren’t meant for being taken home on rental. The books you needed were all behind glass cabinets and not meant to be touched. Of course, this wasn’t much of a problem for you and Harry. You did have to use your powers but only for a brief moment as you were able to remove the books from their protective case and then exit the museum without anyone noticing you because you temporarily put a veil of invisibility over you and Harry as you left the museum.

It was risky and using your powers at all was going to be putting into the universe your location, but it had to be done. You had to get the books. You no longer had any choice to not use your powers.

You didn’t know Aim well but you were happy that he wouldn’t be harmed. At least that’s what Harry told you and he seemed to believe it as well.

“And what about bonding? What does that mean exactly? Like being in love?” You and Harry decided go back to the small bungalow so you could go through the books and learn about time bending or time variation.

“It’s more than love. Love isn’t eternal, but a bond is. Humans love but they can fall out of love. Love is simply a chemical reaction that the body produces when you feel happy. So when you hear humans saying something like, “He cheated so he didn’t love her.” – well that’s not true. Love isn’t so severe that it makes you loyal, it’s literally just a feeling produced by oxytocin, which is the same feeling you get during and after sex. Love is fickle so, you can love more than one person at a time.”

You nodded. That made sense to you. You’d always thought that when someone said they loved two different people as their excuse for cheating that it was a lie, but now that you were aware of things in a different way, your eyes were opened to the truth.

Harry continued as you flipped through the pages of one of the books and felt the astonishment of being able to understand the text you were reading, “A bond is something outside of your control. It happens unintentionally but is caused by the closeness of two beings, two souls. In the end it cannot be broken. It means a soul would be combined with another soul. And for us, we can live for all eternity and therefore that would mean our bond would last for all eternity. You cannot bond with more than one soul. That’s the difference between bonding and love. Bonding is eternal and it makes you loyal and there would be no way out of it. Not that you’d want it. Once you’re bonded, that’s the most important thing to you.”

You looked up from the page you were on and to Harry. You were both sitting on the floor and he had a book in front of himself as well, “Are we bonded?”

Harry smiled at you and licked his lips. You were ready to just push the books aside and ride him again. But you stopped yourself. You needed to protect him and fucking his brains out for hours on end wasn’t going to do you any good. You needed to prepare.

“I don’t think we are yet. I mean, I never thought I’d bond with anyone but my soul probably wants to bond to yours. I’m attached already. I feel an intense draw to you. It’s why I found you in the first place. I just didn’t know how powerful you were at that time.”

You thought back to when you first met him. Well, when you had been aware of it. It was that moment in church on that day that you felt something, physical almost.

You already have your eyes on him and when you see the light green eyes of the stranger on you there’s a sudden wave of heat that travels over your shoulders and down your ribcage. You noticed him as soon as walked in front of you and sat down. You could smell his clean, masculine cologne or soap. He was tall and had brown curly hair perfectly placed. He seemed very sure, confident as he took his seat and the way he sat with his arm along the back bench behind Sarah you saw his various tattoos.

In fact, the wave of heat scared you at first. It almost felt like a creature that landed on your back, right at your shoulders and then melted downward.

You had felt something change in you the moment you laid your eyes on him. He drew your power out and it couldn’t have been stopped from that moment on. His power or his soul called to yours.

“How will we know when we’re bonded? I have a feeling our souls are at work already.” You said as you moved the book away and scooted toward Harry.

Harry watched you push the book aside and nodded, “I think we’ll just know. That’s what I’ve heard. It’s not something that can be stopped once it starts. I agree that our souls are doing something and especially if the realms feel it already.”

You decided to take a short break. Just a quick kiss and then you’d get right back to it.

Michael had been revealing things slowly to Adam. Adam still wasn’t privy to what he was and Michael hadn’t revealed himself yet to Adam, but his nearness was enough that Adam had begun to learn things about himself.

It was confusing for him. He didn’t know how all these things were happening. But he knew it was happening because of something he did. He began to understand that he was not a normal person.

Michael spoke over him words of wisdom and understanding. He didn’t want to waste too much time. Everything was already in motion and their timeline was off now, but nothing could be done about that. They could still salvage their plan.

There was a slight concern, however. And that was that Adam seemed to prefer men. In fact, Michael realized that the porn he looked at and the beings he turned his head for were all men. How had he not realized this before? Now, it’s possible that Adam would find you irresistible once he met you. You were a very powerful being and his soul would know it as soon as you two did meet. Perhaps his preference would be swayed by you. But it was a concern.

Adam had gone out after work to the gym. His strength was astounding to everyone who noticed. The seasoned body builders couldn’t even keep up. Adam just thought he was in amazing shape and that the gym and his diet helped him stay that way. Well, little did he know that none of that mattered much in the end. His strength and health would not be much altered by diet and exercise. Of course a healthy regimen never hurt.

“That’s a lot of weight, there bud. Think you can handle that?” the man who volunteered to spot Adam spoke. Adam didn’t need a spotter but he liked one and this particular man kept coming around and seemed a bit flirty.

“Oh, I can handle it. Could probably handle more.” Adam sat up and turned on the bench before lying flat to begin his bench presses as he looked at the attractive young man about to spot him, “Could definitely handle more.”

The signal was out and Adam easily had the man following him home after their workout. Michael didn’t want to stay to watch it because it was his son and it just felt a bit wrong to be doing. At least Adam had good taste, Michael tried to consider the upside to his preferences.

Lilith didn’t seem concerned about this at all, “He’ll like Y/n. We can work on him, but I wouldn’t worry about it yet. And besides, they don’t need to bond or be a couple. They just need to procreate. Their heir is all we need.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You knew better. You should be reading and learning but instead, here you were on Harry’s lap, your clothes ripped off with Harry balls deep inside of you. He realized this was a bad idea, but he had no power to say no to you. None at all.

“Why does this feel so good?” You moaned as you lowered down on him, your thighs working to lift and lower yourself down on his heavy dick.

Harry whined and his balls tightened, “Because it’s yours. You own this cock.” He had his hands at your ass as he squeezed and helped you move up and down his shaft. You were slick and the sound and smell of your arousal was pushing him to his end. As always. He could never control how fast he came with you.

“Yeah? I get to fuck this cock whenever I want? Gonna come inside me, Harry? Gonna fill me up?” You were trembling at the sensation of him inside of you. He pushed into you deeply and began spurting his come inside of you and when you felt him throbbing and twitching as he came your cunt clenched his dick and you groaned into the room with your own orgasm.

It was a quick fuck session but it still should have been put off. Even fifteen minutes could mean you two would be found. Plus having sex again with the way the realms being aware of it… this was going to be an issue.

“Fuck. You really can’t resist me can you?” Harry pinched your ass and you laughed and kissed him. You couldn’t resist him. That was true. But you needed to chill out or you two would be doomed.

“I can’t. This big dick and your mouth, mmmm…” You kissed his neck and he moaned. Harry wasn’t going to soften up when you kept grinding over him and kissing him the way you were. And even if his sense told him to snap out of it, he couldn’t. You were so powerful and he was yours.

You sat back and looked down between you two. It had you horny all over again. His wide cock was so deep and when you shifted you could see the base of him wet and shiny spreading your cunt. It was beautiful. You reached down to touch the base of his cock and your fingers ran through his course hairs, wet with you. Harry reached a hand down to thumb at your clit and you gasped. It was sensitive, but you liked it.

He began to use his other fingers to circle over you and he watched your face as your jaw dropped. He bucked upward and you whimpered.

“I love you, Harry. God… just one more. Okay? Just one more and then…” but your words were suddenly drowned out by a heavy wind and the pages of the books you’d been studying started fluttering. The curtains blew in the room as if there was a window open and a storm was coming. You paused. Harry moved his hand and wrapped his arms around you and then you wrapped your own around him in your nakedness.

An intense ray of light, like the sun, shown in the room and you both had to cover your eyes. Suddenly you saw her. Hannah. Standing in the living room while you were sitting on Harry’s cock, naked as the day you were born.

“I’ll allow you to cover your bodies if you choose.” She turned away to let you remove yourself from Harry. You pulled him to stand with you and you both quickly put the clothes on that were lying on the floor next to you. Harry’s cock was still hard and he had an issue putting his pants on but he managed to tuck himself back in and cover himself.

You grabbed Harry’s hand, “Hannah. How did you find us?” Your heart was pounding. You’d just been found, and you knew it was going to happen. You’d been so dumb to not take heed of Danny’s words and act quicker.

Hannah turned back to see that you were dressed, “Easy. You kept having sex with Harry. I was able to find your frequency. The more you and this incubus (she said it like it was bad thing) had sex the more emotions you were putting into the universe. Eventually I could tune in, like a radio station. All I had to do was find it and then once you had sex again I could find you. Which means the others will too.”

Harry held his breath. He was sure this was it. He squeezed your hand as he looked at the angel, who was actually quite lovely. He hadn’t ever seen in her person but he could clearly see where you got many of your features from.

“What do you want?” You stood on the ground firm. You didn’t feel scared for some reason. Not even a little. Hannah didn’t appear intimidating, but you knew she was lethal.

“I want you to come with me. We’ll pretend you weren’t here with the incubus and let him go. I don’t have any need to hurt him because he’s useless. The others, however, will kill him. Well, I will too if you insist on associating with him. We can’t have this, Y/n. There is a plan in place for your life and he ruined it. You’ll see how much better your life can be without him.”

Harry didn’t ease his grip on your hand, and you had no intention of letting him go. Your heart did begin to race, though, as your adrenaline kicked in. You needed to act fast. Maybe if you could just quickly enter into a different year, a different place and then block your presence like Aim suggested.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Hannah took a long step toward you and suddenly your will and your instincts kicked in as you took Harry’s other hand in yours and the moment his eyes were on you, you felt a sizzle in your chest and the world stopped. It was black and quiet.

Hannah reached for you the moment you and the incubus disappeared. She had trouble reading your thoughts, but she knew you were about to make a move when she felt your heart rate suddenly increase and the change in your temperature but it was too late. You were more powerful than she was, though her advantage was that she had far more knowledge. She could still find you. And she wouldn’t stop until she did. She just hoped she was the first to come across you and the demon boy. She knew that if any of the others found you they’d kill him on site and that would just cause more issues. You would certainly not be happy about that and then it would be even harder, maybe even impossible for you to come around at that point. You might plot your own revenge. Maybe even team up with Adam for revenge. She couldn’t have you be found by anyone else. Not yet.

There was a soft hum of wind and ocean nearby and when you opened your eyes it was dark. Cold. You seemed to be on some kind of carpet. Your senses quickly took over and your eyes adjusted in the dark. You were in a room. It smelled strange, like salt and sea. You could hear water trickling and then you heard breathing. You turned and it was Harry. He was across the room from you on his back. Eyes closed.

You quickly crawled the short distance to him, given the room you were in was small and shook him gently, “Harry?” 

His eyes slowly fluttered open. When his eyes landed on yours he sat up quickly and looked around.

“Where did you bring us?” He looked back at you and you pulled both of his hands into yours.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a specific place in mind. I just…”

“Fuck. That means we’re in the Unix time zone. Which is Iceland. The Westfjords to be exact. It’s the earthly realm’s default location. What year?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know. I just knew we needed to get out of there.”

Harry nodded and pursed his lips, “I can’t remember what the default year is but today is January first around midnight and whatever year we’re in and it’s going to be cold out there. I can feel it already. I sense humans near. We can’t stay here.”

You both got up and quietly exited the dark room. You could smell humans as well. You were in someone’s home. Luckily they were sleeping on not celebrating the New Year. Whatever the year was.

It was easy enough to get out of the house but the problem was the weather. You’d be okay but you and Harry ran hotter than most beings and walking around the Westfjords in January would be quite uncomfortable. You found a blanket folded on top of a chair near a window. It would have to do. There were no coats easily found and you needed to get out of there before a human saw you. You’d just cause a commotion you didn’t want to deal with.

You two quickly exited the house and Harry proceeded to tear the blanket so you could wrap a portion around yourself and the other around himself. The sky was grey and dark and you couldn’t see clouds. It seemed that it was about to storm.

“It’s going to rain. Or snow maybe. We should probably find somewhere to take cover and then figure out what we’re going to do.”

It felt like you wandered aimlessly. There weren’t many homes or structures to be found. You were close to the ocean and in the distance you could see lights. You both walked toward where it seemed there might be more places to hide.

“Will it matter if we’re not sure what year we are in? Will we be able to travel somewhere else without that knowledge first?”

Harry sighed, “I don’t know to be honest. We are in a default time and place. Anyone who knows what the default is can find us. That means anyone hunting for us is probably already considering that we’re here. There are probably watchers here waiting for us right now. Are you able to veil us? Our presence?”

You kept hold of Harry’s hand and shrugged, “I think maybe I can. We won’t know if it’s working, though. I’ll just…” you closed your eyes and imagined in your mind that you were hidden and protected from other beings. Just like most of the other things you did that were magic, it all came from just a thought in your mind and that usually seemed to work. It’s the way you warped space and time to get to Iceland in the first place. Just a thought, a feeling.

You opened your eyes and Harry was watching you, “Did you do it?”

You shrugged again, “I don’t know. I hope that worked.”

The closer you two were to where there were more homes, the more you noticed how the vehicles were different, older. Though, there weren’t many vehicles to begin with, though. The streetlights looked antiquated as did the road signs. You continuously felt shocked that you could read and understand the words you were looking at on the signs.

Along the edge of the path you were taking you noticed a set of stone stairs descending down to the water. In the water were boats and along the edge of the water were a few smaller structures that could give you shelter.

You pointed down, “There. Maybe in a boat or one of those shacks. Just a place where we can get inside.”

As far as you could tell no one had spotted you, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t notice anything off or feel that anyone was watching you but you knew that if you could hide your presence, so could others.

You and Harry peeked into one of the structures closest to the landing of the stones that ended just above the water. It appeared empty. Inside was a table, a stool, a shelf with tools and gloves, an apron and leaning on the wall were fishing poles of varying sizes.

“This will do for now, but if we’re in a default place we should probably think of a better place to hide that isn’t a default. Somewhere more difficult for us to be found.” You both sat on the floor and you kept Harry’s hand in yours. For some reason you felt like if you were holding him it would be easier to protect him and have his thoughts and presence veiled like you hoped yours was.

Harry nodded, “Where do you think? Wait! You shouldn’t even speak it. Just think it in your mind instead. Don’t even tell me. Just in case somehow someone is listening.”

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles as you closed your eyes for a moment. You couldn’t say you were stressed out, but you certainly could recognize that things were no longer boring in your life and running from dangers unknown was going to wear you down.

“Okay. I think I know. But I want to warn you that I’m going to leave once we get there. I need you to stay safe while I go figure out how to stop all of this.” You looked at Harry’s eyes and he frowned, shaking his head.

“Absolutely not. I’m going wherever you are. I can help. I may not be as powerful as you but I have wisdom and experience you can use.” The water near the edge of the stones was sloshing around outside of the small wooden shack you were seated in. You knew Harry would disagree but he didn’t have a choice. You needed to protect him. No one would kill you, but they would kill him and you couldn’t risk that.

“I can’t lose you. They’ll kill you. They won’t kill me. This is the only way.” You got onto your knees and scooted yourself in front of Harry, still holding one hand you brought it up to your heart and put your other hand on his shoulder and kissed his lips.

April 1, 2007 – Salerno, Italy

You’d always wanted to visit Italy and now that you were here it felt rushed, which should go without saying given your circumstances. You had no time to stay and enjoy. You had a task. When it was complete you could come back to Harry and slow down with him.

“Salerno. 2007. I picked April 1st randomly, figured it might be the start of a nice Spring here.” You told Harry as you looked around. This time your time-bending included an empty house that Harry could stay in while you were away.

It was still a bit wild to you that you had this ability, but it seemed rather easy, and you’d picked it up fast, just like Danny said you would.

“Please don’t leave me here. Take me with you, Y/n. Please.” Harry begged. He was quite upset at the notion that you’d be gone. What if something went wrong? It definitely could. Then he’d be stranded in this beautiful seaside without you and wither away into nothing. He was an incubus after all. He needed your physical form with him for his needs. But more than that, he just didn’t want you away from him.

“I’ll be back before anything happens to you, okay? I promise. Look, my plan is to just tell them what I want and what I don’t want,” you held onto his hand so he could feel your sincerity, “…and then come back to you. I’ll give them time to think about it. It’ll be quick.”

Harry shook his head, “You don’t know them. Asmo…” he closed his eyes and just stopped himself from saying the full name, “your father is very difficult. He’s not going to budge on this. He’ll probably lock you up and force you and this Adam guy together for their purposes. He won’t stop until they get what they want. None of them will. Please, Y/n. This is dangerous. You don’t know what you’re dealing with here.”

Harry’s concern was deep and he felt like he was going to throw up, not a common feeling for an incubus unless they went without coitus for too long, which has not been the case with him as of late. He was sick with worry for you because he didn’t see this ending well for either of you.

“I know you feel like I’m going to be walking into a trap, and perhaps you’re not wrong, but I have this feeling, this mysterious comfort over myself that tells me I’m more powerful than all of them and I’ll be okay. And I’ll come back to you.” You had to go. You knew you had to. There wasn’t another way to do this. Well, there was, but that would put Harry at risk and you simply refused to put him in harm’s way.

Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head back, face toward the sky. He knew you weren’t going to listen to him. And he knew you might be right, but there was no way to know if you were. He felt like this was it. Doomed. You both were.

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[shower-phantom-ideas]

Danny leaves Amity Park and Earth to commit to his rile as Ghost King

Ok I can’t lie to yall it’s one am and I wanted to write danny becomes ghost king and moves to the realms but misses school so asks William Lancer to skype call him during class so he can still be there. But I got very off track. Like I think I wrote a character study of jazz? I had to force myself to stop no joke. I could write this way forever but I think it’s kinda boring to read when I write in this style.

Anyway rambling here it is

Danny becomes the high King of the Infinite Realms and tries his hardest ti balance it all with his human life but it’s too much. He can’t keep up. His parents start putting more and more pressure on him. Plus their hatred if Phantom and ghosts has gone from a 10 to one hundred. Jazz thinks their obsessed, like their in love but with the idea of destroying Phantom. She no longer tries to give Danny a false hope of them accepting him as a halfa. Like he can’t see that. Every time she pulls him out if the kitchen, the living room, the lab. Hell every time Danny walks down the hall and one ih his parents join him, theres Jazz. As if summoned. Shes made it her mission to keep Danny from them and when she can’t she will do her best to make sure hes not alone with then. He thinks it’s a bit extreme and secretly is so glad for it. It’s like shes telling him his feelings are justified and that hes not crazy for being scared of his parents. That he doesn’t have to have the same fear of her. Shes on his side. Shes protecting him. And it’s nice. To be the one protected for once.

So they make a plan for him to leave. The Realms arent going ti give up or go away so he might as well go there. At least if hes nit running from his new responsibilities as Ghost King then they wont have to track him down and dump it in him once it’s piled up too much to be ignored. Hes already told Jazz hes not going ti pass up the crown. Imagine the good he can do as King. Plus hes promised that if he needs any help he will ask. So she helps him go. Their parents hardly notice when Danny disappeared from their house. Their obsession, their devotion, to Phantom has completely blinded them. Jazz is only staying because she is so close to finished here so wont have ti stay long. Less than a year and she can go off to any college she wants. Her grades are proof enough that she knows she wont tied to them and their money. She will be dependent of them and make a name for herself completely unrelated to them. These monsters who have taken her parents place.

She does wish she noticed sooner. Make she could have spared Danny so much pain and trauma had she just seen the signs. It was so clear to her now that this was their path. With every passing day she should have seen what they would become. But children love their parents regardless of goodness and she wanted to, no needed to believe they would do right by Danny. That no her parents wouldnt try to turn their son into a science experiment and strap him to a table and cut him open. She so craved and longed for a normal stable family. Something she no doubt learned doesn’t exist while studying physiology. She can’t blame herself. She knows it’s not her fault. She is still a child and still loved her parents. Even now as she makes plans to leave them and never come back to them. Even now she loves them. ‘Maybe im making a mistake’ ‘am I doing the right thing?’ The doubts pour into her mind. Then she sees them or talks to them and is once again reminded of why shes doing this. She has no doubts about if she can do it. She is smart and resourceful. She can easily make it on her own with a full ride to pretty much any collage. She would earn money as a tutor still and maybe even write articles online for cash, shes already got some offers, but that little voice in her mind still nags at her that they’re her parents and they love her. Maybe they used to but she knows they only care about one thing. Their “work” or their “science” in reality it’s their obsession. Ironic how they are like ghosts with their obsession controlling them. Unable to do anything else, think about anything else, until is fulfilled. If they just achieved their goal they would let up and maybe even return to their family. Minds no longer unable to sleep due to thoughts of their target. But Jazz could never let them. The price of her loving parents is the life of her sweet little brother. What a choice for a 17 year old to make. Have the family she was promised from all the media she had as a kid, showing familys of understanding and endless love. Or lose any hope of loving parents to help her little brother have his own loving family.

The choice was clear. She would sacrifice anything for him after all. If he asked her to give up her human life and join him in ruling the Realms she would have. Hell if he asked her to become a halfa she would have. This sweet boy whos willing to give up everything for everyone else deserves at least that. The hero who is not loved for his acts but despised, hated even, by those who he protects. A crueler fate even that his whole being obsessed with protecting them. Even if he wanted to give up on them he couldnt. She doesn’t even think hes capable of wanting to give up on protecting them. His ghost obsession keeps him from it. So she will give to the giver. He deserves just that.

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[little-pondhead]

Danny Phantom died.

||TW: Body horror/death(???)||

It took a while for the implications of Danny’s new ghost status to sink in, but the death of their barely-alive friend is something Sam and Tucker will forever see in their nightmares.

And yeah, being a halfa is cool and all, but Danny wonders if it was worth it sometimes. His skin was always clammy and cold; eyes were always sunken in and bones protruding a little too much. He was always stiff, having to move almost constantly to avoid rigor mortis. His sense of touch had dulled, making it difficult to judge whether he was actually touching something or not. His body often trembles from non-existent shocks. Teachers wonder why Danny’s handwriting has suddenly turned into chicken scratch. Nothing he writes is legible.

His heart beat was slow and irregular. He bruised more easily, and sometimes his blood would start to pool underneath his skin if he sat still too long. Danny had to start waking up earlier to get his blood literally pumping so he didn’t look like a walking black eye. He often finds himself short of breath; sometimes, he’ll stop breathing altogether. The Lichtenberg figure that traces all over his body burns, sometimes. Phantom pains that force Danny to relive his death, over and over again.

All of a sudden, Danny now has memory issues that go beyond forgetfulness. Most mundane things go in one ear and out the other; it frustrates his teachers and parents to no end. He can’t help it, though. His mind just simply can’t hold onto memories like it used to. It does bother him when he starts to forget the names of his favorite stars, however. His attitude will change, too. Stressful situations turn him into a cynical, pessimistic person who is ruled solely by his Obsession. At least his Obsession is protecting, or else Danny would very quickly get a violent reputation. Due to being half ghost, Danny struggles with expressing his emotions and thoughts in a human way. He often slips into Esperanto, Ghost Speech, or simple chirps and trills when distracted. Some people think he’s making fun of them in a weird, twisted way.

At least his friends understand. They were there for his death, after all. Tucker does his best to build a homemade pacemaker, one that Danny wears as often as possible. Tucker also programs various tasks lists into his PDA, takes detailed notes in class, and reminds Danny of the little things. He assists with the more finer details when weapon tinkering, and built a computer with wider keys and a voice-to-text option so it’s easier to work.

Sam dives deep into the occult, and often uses her parent’s connections to consult various doctors and psychologists; she learns as much about the human body and ghosts as she can. Sam will regularly sneak Danny snacks that are rich in various nutrients, and designs a gentle exercise routine for him to do every night. She finds a way to combine ambient ectoplasm into food so his ghost half is fed, too. Danny often needs to wear longer sleeves now, due to the scars and bruises, so she buys him the most breathable clothes she can, just so he doesn’t overheat and damage his core. Sam learns his stress cues and will actively steer conversations away from things that would upset him.

Both Sam and Tucker will actively seek him out during thunderstorms, and insist on building pillow forts in the darkest part of the house just so Danny doesn’t feel ashamed about his new fear of lightning, and the instinctual need to hide from it. Instead of scolding him for his language slip ups, Sam and Tucker spend weeks taking Esperanto lessons from Wulf, and learning to mimic Danny’s chirps and whistles. Ghost Speech is something only ghosts know, but it brings Danny joy when his friends show him their progress excitedly. He was happy his friends decided to make the effort to understand this new part of him, and did all they could to make sure he wasn’t alone even when all he could do was babble in the language of the dead.

(The day Sam decided to begin a conversation with the other two, in public, through whistles and trills alone, will always be one of Danny’s most treasured memories. It showed that while it was obvious he was changing both physically and mentally, Sam and Tucker weren’t afraid of being labeled as “weird” right alongside him.)