#quick posting dpxdc

[orbitalpython]

It's not like it mattered anyway?

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Danny shouldn't have been surprised when his twin, brother, the heir came. He had never once been thought of as a brother by Damian the heir. Not when Danny helped him when a mission went south, not when Danny saved his butt not once, not twice but many, MANY times before. And definitely not when Damian the heir stabbed him in the chest confided to Danny. And what did he get out of it? Stabbed, betrayed, left to rot. At least the Fentons found him when they did. Before he'd thought he'd not make it very far.

Before. Heh... almost forgot back then. Back when Danny hadn't been Danny. Back when Danyal had been before Danny was there.

But not here. Not now. "Danyal! It's time to come home brother!" Honestly Danny shouldn't have been shocked, but he unfortunately was very shocked ™ upon Damian the heir showing up at his school. His home, his family HIS life was going to be uprooted. In front of countless civilians. So what did he do? Go invisible? Go with the heir? No that would be very stupid. Currently Danny isn't thinking as Danny, Danny is currently thinking as Danyal. And Danyal has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Best way to get the heck out of dodge? Smoke bomb and flash bang circle of course. And killing any assassins that might show up. Killing on his OWN terms.

Damian thought his brother long dead only for his face to appear again, again and again. Why hadn't he been dead? It would've been much easier for him to cope with Danyal dead. So Damian made a decision. Tell Father about Danyal and make Father give him the disappointed dad face™, the former. Or go get Danyal himself and explain later, the latter.

Damian soon found himself outside a high school, Casper high if the sign out in front had anything to say about it. 2:30PM time for dismissal. With students coming out in droves it would be impossible for any ordinary person to pick a face out of a crowd. Damian is not a ordinary person. "Danyal!" He shouted. "It's time to come home brother!" Honestly Damian was not expecting Danyal to flashbang him and several others and disappear in a cloud of smoke. Nor the dead assassins that weren't there before. Neither did he expect the NO written in blood on the school walls.

Now? Now it was a chase. Bats versus assassins. Family versus monsters. Him versus the first person that gave him unconditional love. HIM versus the one HE betrayed. Brother versus brother. Just like Cain and Abel.

Can't Damian do anything right? Just for once? Why did it have to go this way? He's actually sorry and he wants his brother back. Hopefully the excuse he made holds up.

[demonic0angel]

Why. WHY did you have to spread your Wes x Steph propaganda, knowing full well how rare this treasure is? You’ve left me stranded—a sailor chasing a horizon that never gets nearer. A moth drawn to a flame that flickers just out of reach. A gambler betting on a hand they know will never come.

I grieve. I yearn. Why don’t more people understand the unshakable truth that these two adorable idiotic dorks need to kiss?

(Sorry it's the hyperfixation)

(Lmaooo the poetry is killing me.

Dw, I will make more Wes x Steph content. Tee hee >:3c click for clarity)

Image description below:

Panel 1 has an image of Stephanie in a college classroom. She is looking down, presumably writing notes. Panel 2 has Wes leaning on his fist, completely distracted and staring at her blankly.

Panel 3 has Steph noticing his gaze and looking at him. Panel 4 has Steph beaming at the attention, flowers around her as she smiles at him.

Panel 5 has Wes turning red, shocked as he realizes that Steph noticed his staring. Panel 6 has him looking away, a hand over his mouth as he grumbles and turns bright red. Steph is still smiling at him cheerfully.

[hypewinter]

Diana is immediately on guard when Circe appears carrying a strange bundle. That is until the sorceress shoves said bundle into her arms and leaves as quickly as she appeared. All the while muttering about finally repaying her debt. Diana cautiously peers into the bundle, only to find a baby, giggling up at her.

[rummigumi]

Short Anger Management (Jazz/Jason) scene I've been rotating in my head. Cross-posted on AO3.

Rating: T, due to suggestive themes and talking about sex

Jason did not want to be spending his evening sitting around a table in the Batcave with most of their ragtag group, but he was. Apparently, Bruce was going to be gone for at least a month for League business so they were all called in for a meeting to coordinate his absence, or something like that. Jason wasn't really paying attention, nor did he care. The only reason he'd shown up was because he'd been promised some intel on a new group planning on making moves in his territory - except it'd been nearly an hour and he was starting to think there was no intel.

The only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind or storming out was no one seemed to care how little he was paying attention. Jazz had texted him nearly fifteen minutes into the meeting asking if he was going to be late and he hadn't put his phone away since.

It was difficult keeping a straight-face, almost all of her messages making him want to smile, but Jason knew if his lips so much as twitched upwards attention would be drawn. The others probably assumed he was texting his men and he didn't want to give them any reason to doubt that. Again, the only thing keeping him seated at the table with the rest of them as Bruce droned on was being able to read Jazz's live-time thoughts about what was happening in the latest episode of one of her guilty pleasure reality TV shows and exchange reaction images. It was a normal, almost domestic, conversation between them - until it wasn't.

He probably should've suspected something from the long pause between messages and the text, 'Can't wait for you to get here,' but Jason wasn't expecting an accompanying image to load a few seconds later to reveal Jazz posed on the bed and clad in nothing but a black teddy. Despite having seen her naked on many occasions, Jason still felt the tips of his ears flush and he quickly locked his phone.

But apparently not quick enough.

"Holy shit, are you sexting?"

Jason held back from smacking Tim as every head whipped to look at them.

"Why the fuck were you reading over my shoulder?" Jason gritted out from clenched teeth.

"That's not a no," Duke very unhelpfully pointed out and Jason didn't know if he wanted to start yelling or make a run for it.

"Please, as if someone out there finds Todd desirable," Damian scoffed.

"Social media says otherwise, though I think they'd all prefer his helmet stay on. And you were the one holding your phone out like this," Tim held his arm out in an exaggerated pose, "with the screen bright enough to blind someone. It'd be harder to not spy on your messages."

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw Bruce pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh. If he wasn't currently in the shenanigans spotlight he'd roll his eyes, because what else did Bruce expect to happen? They once derailed a meeting two minutes in arguing about the correct way to pronounce caramel, the old man should be happy they made it as long as they did.

"Oh really? Then what were the texts before it, hm?" Jason couldn't help but shoot back an argument to Tim's excuse.

"I don't know or care, but that was definitely a picture of a woman in lingerie."

Tim didn't flinch at the angry finger shoved in his face as Jason growled out, "You, wipe that image from your brain now." He spun to point at the rest of the table, "And the rest of you, not another word. I'm not out there doing weird foreplay or fucking on the rooftops like some of you degenerates, so shut it." Bruce's face pulled a bit tighter at the call out and Dick mimed zipping his mouth close, though Jason knew it was just to appease him. He was still keeping his distance from the others, and this whole conversation was solidifying why he stayed away. But, he'd bet in less than a week Dick would find a reason to create a 'bonding moment' and try to bring it back up, especially if he was going to be in town. As if Jason would tell him anything.

"It's just a bit weird to think you're getting some action. I totally had money on you being a virgin," Steph said it nonchalantly, as if they weren't still discussing Jason's sex life. He didn't know if the heat spreading across his cheeks was from anger or embarrassment.

Probably both.

"What does that mean?"

"You just give 'Saving Myself for Marriage' vibes is all," Steph shrugged.

"Or at least, 'Not Until the Third Date'," Duke chimed in again, and Jason was quickly moving him down in the rankings for vigilantes he didn't mind. He wasn't wrong, it had taken two or three months of dating before he and Jazz were intimate. But it implied the others thought he was just hooking up with people, as if there was no way someone would actually stay with him long enough to reach a third date.

Jason almost said something, but bit his tongue. If he even hinted that he was in a serious relationship, he'd be stuck all night with their questions and having to deal with them inserting themselves into his life trying to learn more about Jazz.

There was a reason he kept his distance.

"Well I'm out there being a sexually active adult, so guess again." Jason knew how childish he sounded, but it was better than spilling his secrets.

"Can we please move on from discussing Todd's sex life?" Damian's face was scrunched up in disgust. Jason gestured towards him in agreement, "Yes, thank you!"

But Bruce's mouth was still pulled down in concern, "You should stay after the meeting, it's been a while since we screened you for STDs."

Jason slammed his hands down on the table as he stood, "And we've reach my capacity for 'Bats' Bullshit'. So glad I subjected myself to this pointless meeting." He ignored the protests as he began to leave, but one voice stood out from the others.

"Just remember, wrap it before you tap it," Tim called out, and Jason thought he showed great restraint by merely flipping him off instead of going back to punch him. He felt his phone vibrate as he started his bike, but ignored it in favor of speeding off - he'd make it up to Jazz when he got to her place.

Though, as he quietly entered her apartment and kicked off his shoes, Jason realized he was still agitated. Letting out a small, irritated huff, he made his way to her bedroom.

"There you are! Is everything okay?" When he entered Jazz was sitting on top of the covers, but she immediately picked up on his mood and put her phone aside while pulling her legs under her.

"Fucking Nebby Nose Tim couldn't help but air out my personal shit to everyone," Jason told her as he checked the windows. Satisfied that even if someone had followed him, they'd have a tough time breaking in and the curtains were drawn tight, he turned to flop face-first onto the bed. Jazz let out a sympathetic hum as he shimmied up to rest his head on her thighs. His arms wrapped around her as he nuzzled into her stomach, letting out a pleased groan as she began to run her fingers through his hair.

Oh, how he wished he could hide his face against her forever.

"So, what was it he told the others?"

Jason tensed, eyes popping open as he realized it wasn't actually his business, but hers. Jazz's hand stilled.

"Jason?"

"It was, uh...you know that picture you sent me?"

"Please don't tell me..."

"He saw it over my shoulder and loudly let the others know I was 'sexting'."

Jazz was still under him for a moment before letting out a long exhale; Jason didn't say anything as his head moved with her breath.

"He was the only one to see it?"

He nodded.

"Alright then. What did the others say?"

"They just said a bunch of shit about how weird it was that someone would be into me, or they couldn't believe someone would want to date me. And you're sure you're good?"

Jazz went back to stroking his hair, but he still lifted his head to look at her as he asked the last bit.

"It wasn't the raunchiest picture he could've seen, and I'm assuming he didn't see much so I won't dwell on it. But that sounds like what Danny says to me."

Jason snorted as he let his head fall back to her lap, "Please, we've been dating for how long and he still doesn't think I'm good enough for you."

"And he also finds it incredibly weird that anyone would actually be into me, or want to date me. I feel the same about him - I want the best for him, but I also don't understand why anyone would want to date him. It's a sibling thing."

Jason thought a moment before replying, "I don't think it was like that."

Jazz let out another small hum. "Then fuck them." Jason pressed a grin against her at hearing her swear. Sometimes he was tempted to introduce her to the others, if only to watch them struggle to figure her out, but he knew it was something that couldn't be undone and he didn't want them to ruin the peace he had found.

"You know, for the point two seconds I could enjoy it, I really liked the picture."

He could hear Jazz's smile as she replied, "You can still enjoy it in person."

Jason pressed a kiss to the bare skin of her thigh, "I think I will."

[starry-bi-sky]

Another small Clone^2 thought

Danny's hands are scarred.

Really, every part of him is. His arms, his legs, his torso. All of them littered in nicks and scratches and scabs that he's picked at over, and over, and over again. And then bigger ones, jagged scars from debris stabbing at him, and burns of ectoplasm blasts that melted through his regular clothes and hit his skin.

The one thing that never really got scarred were his hands. They were callused, of course, from all his climbing, and hitting, and hanging on for dear life to things. But never really scarred, not really. Maybe he just got lucky, maybe it was the fact that he wore gloves and they leather, and leather is harder to get through than cotton. Maybe both.

But, well, that's no longer case. But the scars on his hands take place on his palms. Two clean, thick lines going diagonally over his palms. Not from any enemy he's ever faced, but proof of his meeting with the little boy sitting between his knees, running his tiny fingers over those same scars.

Damian, his little brother. He scarred them, with that katana of his.

First when they first met, when Damian called him an imposter and proceeded to attack him. It was really only from Danny's exposure to the quick movements of ghosts that kept him from getting shish-kabob'd by Damian's sword.

And it was only because he was an idiot, and his brain was not faster than those reflexes that he kept grabbing the blade with his hands. That it kept cutting into that leather until it started cutting skin.

And then numerous times over on those rocky first months of Damian staying with him, when he didn't know any English, and Danny didn't know any Arabic. When Danny would piss him off or go looking for him when he ran off, he would have to grab his katana while Damian was swinging it at him.

His hands wouldn't heal for months because of it. The wounds kept being re-opened. Kept bleeding. Kept hurting. Until they slowly stopped hurting, and he knew that it wasn't a good thing.

Danny's parents were very upset when they saw his hands. It was hard to lie about where he got them - the lines are too clean, too consistent, to have been accidents. Danny didn't know how to lie and say it wasn't because of Damian. That it wasn't his katana that they knew nothing about that was stained with his blood.

He found a way to anyways, because he thought Damian was worth it at the time. He was a kid. He was scared. He was hurting other people and that's all he was ever taught to do.

So Danny thought a little pain was worth it.

(He still does.)

Oh, fun fact. There are three nerves in the human hand. the radial nerve, the median nerve, and the ulnar nerve. From what he could find on it, the ulnar nerve traveled up into the pinky and the ring finger, the median went through the middle of the palm and the ring, the middle, and the index, and the radial nerve went into the thumb and the index.

Fun fact, did you know consistent (or deep enough) lacerations to the palm could end up cutting a nerve? And that such lacerations can cause numbness, loss of feeling, and weakness in the hand, fingers, and thumb?

Here's a final fun fact: Danny had to go to physical therapy after his hands finally began to heal. Because Damian's katana had cut his radial nerve. There are seventeen thousands touch receptors in the hand, Danny's lost some of those.

His hands still hurt when he closes and opens them, the scarring pinches a little. He doesn't know why but his fingers hurt now when its too humid or too cold, or when its about to rain. It sucks. It's worth it.

He lied about before; here's the final fun fact:

There is a deeply, deeply, guilty look on Damian's face as he runs his little hands over Danny's scarred palms, carefully closing and opening his fingers in a slow rendition of his physical therapy workouts.

(Because even if it's ended, he still has to do them. Pain doesn't go away even if it's healed.)

"I'm sorry." Damian says in a meek, thick voice. He's said it before, when they've done this before at all hours of the day. Danny's wondering if Damian does it on purpose - hurt himself with this, that is. Not apologize. "I hurt you."

Danny sighs, deeply, and leans forward to press his face into his little brother's hair. "It's okay." He mutters, again. And he'll say it again, and again, and again, until Damian finally believes him. "I'm not mad."

"I am." Damian insists, his voice wobbles. "I hurt you, Danny."

"And I say it's okay that you did, Damian." Danny repeats, and wraps an arm around Damian's middle to sit him on his leg. Damian doesn't look at him, just curls his fingers around Danny's other hand and looks at the scar there. "Like I said, I'm not mad. I would do it again."

"Do not."

So, Danny's hands are scarred.

[bonewaryreblogs]

Rory the Ragman

Almost 4,000 years ago, Jewish communities often used magic golem spells to create protectors for their communities. One variation created an object called the Great Collector Artifact that “collected” fragments of the souls of those who wielded it, amassing hundreds of thousands of fragments over millennia; each fragment held the skills and abilities of a former wielder that could be used by the next, from “artistic” skills like lock picking or glass blowing to more combative skills like martial arts or borrow abilities like the strength of a body builder or the speed of an Olympic Runner. This eventually includes a number of more magical abilities like limited telepathy within their community and teleportation, collected from metahuman wielders, though these are more difficult to collect; meta users were more rare anyways and would have to wield the Artifact for an extended period of time to be collected properly. The Great Collector Artifact had been called many names and taken many forms, including a dagger, cloak , and spear, among others, as it must be recreated and rebound each time it is destroyed; it loses some of its fragments each time, but does retain most through the transfer. Its current incarnation is called the Suit of Souls and consists of a jumpsuit or sorts, made of various bits of fabric sewn together.

Jerzy Reganiewicz was the Ragman during the Holocaust when a sort of failsafe was activated, teleporting him to somewhere in the USA; the Ragman was designed to inspire hope in their community and they couldn’t do that if they were dead, so the failsafe was set to remove the Ragman from a hopeless situation to fight another day. Jerzy was crushed by his (perceived personal) failure to protect his community from the Nazis and refused to put on the suit ever again. Jerzy started a new life as Jerzy Regan and kept the suit locked deep in storage, until he died and his son, Gerry Regan, found the suit while going through his father’s things. As soon as he touched it, the suit bonded to him and the soul fragments told him their story, begging him to make them useful again. He obliged, until he was too old and passed the responsibilities to his son, Rory Regan, who eventually joined Justice League Dark. Rory is useful not only for his abilities as the Ragman, but for his skill at appraising ancient and potentially magical artifacts.

WW II was around 1940, so let’s say Jerzy was around 35 when he was teleported to the US and had Gerry when he was 40 or so around 1947. Gerry would be at least 20 when he has Rory, so that would be 1967, who would then be 37 when Danny gets his powers in 2004. Let’s say he inherited the suit at 30, so 1997 when Gerry was 50, well within retiring age for a hero, and Jerzy probably died 20 years before that in his 70s while Gerry was in his 30s. That sounds plausible enough.

[theglamorousferal]

So if you’re new to the Danny Phantom fandom whether that be because you have joined us via a crossover, the new graphic novel coming out or just somehow got hooked into this fandom there are a few things you should know.

90% of content you will see is purely fanon lore.

I’m gonna divide this into two different sections, going over what is canon and then the most common things from fanon.

So if you go by the show, we have at least three different kinds of ghosts. We have ones like the Fright Knight who is a spirit formed from the feelings and beliefs of people surrounding the thoughts of Halloween and we have ones who were once humans like Sidney Poindexter and Desiree. There are also some who are the product of two different ghosts like Box Lunch. We technically also have the Ancients, but we don’t know anything about them except that they existed many years ago and then they enclosed Pariah Dark in the Sarcophagus of Forever sleep.

We know that a high concentration of ectoplasm introduced very quickly can causes human to turn into a half ghost. This happened with Danny at least 3 times, and the accident Vlad had (as well as Jack in an alternate timeline). Danny was changed twice by the portal and then once by being blasted by a bunch of ectoplasm.

In canon, the Fenton parents are very loving parents with just a bit of absent mindedness to them that leads to them missing the obvious signs that something is up with Danny. Every time in the show that he is exposed to them, he is accepted by them entirely. Even when in an alternate timeline where his parents never got together, he is accepted by them.

In canon, Jazz started out not knowing how to help Danny, Tucker and Sam, but it is shown in the show that she trains to be better later on. She still calls the ghosts by things she designated them as though, not how they would like to be called.

In canon, Vlad is awful. He regularly tries to Hamlet the main character. He tried to ruin/kill Jack to get with Maddie and make their kids his kids many, many times. He cloned a child, gaslit the clones into thinking he cared for them and then planned to melt them down to have his “perfect son”. In canon of the show, Vlad is not redeemable. (This sorta changes a bit in the graphic novel, but it’s a toss up whether that is actually considered active canon or if it’s its own canon now.)

In canon, Tucker is a genius after he was forced to sit through 12 hours of study programming. In canon, he is the reincarnation of a Pharaoh. He can speak a made-up language, Esperanto, and can hack into nearly every piece of tech he comes across.

In canon, Sam is obsessed with all things goth and so has tomes about magical beings and artifacts. She is athletic and is always ready to throw down. She only has plant powers in the episode “Urban Jungle”.

Now onto the Fanon, at least the most popular headcanons that I have come across.

The most common thing among the fandom is that Danny is half-dead. Some have him a ghost possessing his own corpse. Some have him be Schrodinger’s boy. Some have him have lower vitals or just no vital signs altogether. He is said to have died and not come back all the way or right. Common things have him be cold to the touch, a lower heart rate, and him forgetting to breathe entirely.

Probably the second most common headcanon is that Danny is the Ghost King after having fought and defeated Pariah Dark in single combat. Ways he takes the throne are varied, everything from him being forcibly put onto the throne and unable to go to the human world, to having to name Jazz or Maddie as regent until he reaches either human or ghostly majority, to him taking the throne but it being more of a figurehead thing. Most stories will have him have a plethora of titles and names he goes by. Along with this he now has a lair inside the Zone, most have him taking over Pariah’s Keep and some do have him have his own new lair.

Another popular headcanon is Ancient of Space or the Balance Danny (going with AGIT, the balance actually is now canon). These lead to things like Danny having an eldritch form. Something that is obviously “other” and hurts to perceive.

Both of these result in an OP Danny and probably around half of them will have him stuck at 14 and/or functionally immortal.

Another very common DP headcanon is Bad Fenton Parents and that their research caused the GIW’s formation. Alongside that come the most common type of fic you will come across which is where Danny has been captured by either the GIW or his parents and then is vivisected. Majority of them will have him vivisected by his own parents. Many of them will have them be varying levels of neglectful, from just not noticing things about their kids to straight up forgetting they were there and Jazz having to take care of them both.

In most fanon, the GIW are actively trying to genocide an entire species. This is closest to a canon thing considering that they did try to nuke the GZ, which would have resulted in their universe also collapsing. The things that some people write/draw for the atrocities the GIW and Bad!Fentons are things that I bring up to my therapist frequently. Be prepared for descriptive gore.

There are a few characters that have spawned in fanon that are widely accepted as canon characters now. The main one is Wes Weston along with his brother Kyle. Wes Weston was a background character that we see for about 3 frames in one episode, but he looked similar to Danny and had green eyes and the fandom latched onto that. It started out with someone claiming the A-listers would think that Wes is Phantom because he’s athletic, had the same build and green eyes. From there, the fandom has decided that he also is the only person to figure out that Danny was Phantom and tries frequently to expose him. Kyle Weston is Wes’ older brother, in the same class as Jazz and he doesn’t believe that ghosts are real and is played for gags a lot.

Another major piece of fanon lore is ghost cores. This stems from a remark Frostbite said talking about Danny’s core temperature and the fans took it and ran with it. In fanon there’s all kinds of different types of ghost cores, usually an element or an aspect of existence. Many have Danny possess an ice core, in some he has a space core. Others take his “death” into consideration and believe him to have an electric core. Commonly people have Vlad have a fire core. Usually cores are an orb that a ghost can retreat into to heal. If the core is shattered, the ghost is ended and no longer exists in any capacity.

Similar to cores is obsessions. These are essentially the purpose of the ghost, their drive and purpose. Skulker’s is hunting, Ember’s is recognition etc. Most give Danny a protection obsession, but will sometimes give him a space obsession.

Something that has gained traction in the last few years (to my knowledge mostly since the pandemic) is liminality. Liminality is where people are contaminated with ectoplasm due to overexposure or ingestion of it and it gives them ghostly abilities. Different people have liminality give people different abilities. Some have glowing eyes, lengthened canines and pointed ears. Some have enhanced senses, strength and speed as well as extra durability. Some have eyes that reflect like a cats and night vision. Some even go so far as give them at least one of the major ghostly abilities.

How someone becomes liminal differ depending on if the writer wishes to have it just be main characters or if it’s the entire town. If it’s just main characters then usually their frequent exposure to ghostly things as well as close proximity to it makes them liminal. For the whole town people will usually have the portal give off essentially radiation or when the town was pulled into the GZ be the cause.

Frequently Sam, Tucker and to a lesser extent Jazz are given extra abilities. Sam usually has residual powers from her time possessed by Undergrowth, Tucker usually has some form of techno Nancy and Jazz usually has some sort of empathetic ability, if not that she get’s the basic extra strength, speed, durability and senses.

There are some lesser known ones that should at least be mentioned in case you come across them. One of those being ghost hunger. This is where ghosts or liminals thirst for ectoplasm similar to how vampires thirst for blood. Another common thing is that ghosts socialize by fighting. That most of the fights are ghosts greeting the baby ghost. The last thing is that the main characters are known as Team Phantom.

I’m probably going to think of more later and I’ll post when I do, but this is the basics that I could remember on the fly. I hope this helps people!!

[silverpin-0ceanblue]

Can only hope and tear up a little at a reunion with so much tired relief and crying bcs it’s finally over they are together and a scene steven universe style where once they finally get close, they start little by little looking better (they suffered so much on their own and it shows, the change is stark and not possible to overlook by anyone nearby). This after them both having to face (P) or escape (F) the JL in some way and the JL not being able to stop their reunion in the end, somehow too far or immobilized by phantom ice, or maybe being held off by team phantom. Finally them hugging and phantom twirling them up in the air with his tail wrapping around Danny until both start glowing green and finally fuse back together. However this time it’s not a coin flip kinda fusion but now they only have one form that has details of both the human and ghost parts (the classic mixed black and white hair, heterochromia, sharp fangs but a normal amount, silver blood with speckles of red and green, etc; plus clothes semi fusioned as well bcs everything F had on him got infused with ectoplasm so it couldn’t be used against them, for example, I guess as F was ill so long he was given warm clothing (however, following the theme, that just makes everything worse bcs his body is trying to lower his temperature to compensate for no longer having an ice core, with Ellie’s being a different type (electric?water?) , stunting them even more), so instead of the hazmat suit he has a short dark blue “cloak” on top, a silver scarf that fades into mist (that now acts like his tail did), white tipped blue gloves, the nasa shirt now a void black with an accurate rendition of the solar system or some galaxy thing he can change at will (as it was the thing that mostly kept them going), etc). So the justice league has to accept they are one, and he can defend himself fully now if the JL tries something bcs now his powers are not dimmed in a human form, a halfa’s last ditch attempt to never be separated again, (guessing the JL got the drop on him while in human form or after a fight with vlad where vlad used that device that locks Danny’s powers, easier to believe a possession that way as well; and the aftermath of that is where vlad was arrested). Like the reunion and glowing flying hug ending on him hugging himself and smiling so wide with eyes closed and tear tracks on his face, but then a JL member speaks or the sound of struggling gets to him and he snaps back to attention. The glowing mismatched eyes of a demigod given creation by the desperation of a broken soul whose purpose was to protect, to protect itself, pieced together with stardust and a will to survive; meets the eyes of the JL in challenge.

Who realizes first that they messed up? Or who realizes and Accepts it? Is there any magic user who can feel the change and realize that’s a whole soul, not a possession?; a little jarring, a little out of tune with itself, but it’s essence a single melody.

He will not let the JL hurt them him again.

 Tim was really starting to get worried about his new brother.

Danny moved into Wayne Manor after his parents were arrested.  Jack and Maddie Fenton opened  a portal to the infinite realms with no way of stopping any of the world-ending threats. They let the ghosts wreak havoc and never once closed the portal. 

Danny had gotten some sort of connection to an ancient being. The Justice League Later found out that the ancient being was using the connection to gain a way to stay on Earth. They were able to sever the connection but Danny is not getting any better.

Since the attacks in Amity Park started Danny has been getting sicker and sicker. He got paler and started to bruise more easily. But after they severed the connection he seemed to no longer have energy.

Even now that they have gotten him away from amity park, nothing seems to be helping. It's been 3 months with no sign of getting better. they're on their last straw and they finally decided to get a magic user to try and help. unfortunately The person who knows the most is Constantine.

Constantine walked into the room with Bruce. Danny had no idea that they were connected to the Justice League and they were hoping to keep it that way. They don't want to stress him, especially with how sick he is.  Constantine and Bruce stopped in front of Danny.

 Bruce tried to use a gentle tone and said “ danny I know you're having a lot of trouble so I called in someone to help “

Danny had  an apprehensive look.

 “Kid, I just need your hand,” Constantine said as he reached out a hand. ”I'm not going to do any creepy shit, I'm just trying to make you better”

Danny reluctantly placed his hand onto constantines. it was a few minutes before Constantine Swar under his breath.

"What is it” Bruce demanded.

”the little ghosty left a parting gift”

“that's not an explanation” 

“the kids got a  neverborn”

 “What's neverborn?” Tim asked, interrupting their conversation.

 “The closest equivalent I can make is that technically Phantom got the kid knocked Up”

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok Ok so.

In dpxdc stories. Danny always gets assumed to be sick or uses it as an excuse or whatever to hide his powers right?

What if he wasn't lying?

It wasn't something easily noticed, not when half a dozen other things could explain it after all.

The shakes lingering? Well he'd used his ice powers a lot the night before fighting Skulker.

The faint feeling and lightheadedness? Well his mom had a good shot when people didn't interfere, and while he healed fast, it wasn't from nothing; he felt better after he ate anyway.

Heart racing suddenly? Probably just attempting to regulate the low beat on reflex again to seem normal but over shot it.

But the getting out of breath or spotty vision hadn't really been easily explained.

It was Mr. Lancer who asked about it after he'd gotten up from his seat in detention-happening less and less for actual reasons and more an opportunity to safely do his work and rest, after the truce with the ghosts to leave him and the town be during certain hours-only for the next thing he knew he was on the floor, head pillowed on Mr. Lancer's sweater, and a cool wet paper towel on his forehead and neck.

POTS. Post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not uncommon for those who had had injuries too their hearts to get.

It made sense when the teacher asked if he could have it. Apparently a friend of his's daughter had it.

From there, it made things easier to an extent. Salt was pretty easy to add, he figured out a wrist brace that he could extend into a cane if needed to.

In ghost form he didn't need it at all, but human form had its limits.

Despite all that he'd gone through, he graduates and even gets accepted to a college near jazz, hers was in Metropolis but Gotham had the ambient ectoplasm that he needed, and it was a day trip away.

And so Gotham U became his home, especially after his parents couldn't take that he wasn't "their son" anymore when he told them-after moving everything and getting his cheap apartment set up just in case. He considered it lucky that they loved their son enough they couldn't hunt "his ghost".

Last he'd heard they were working closer with the GIW but hadn't had much luck since the portal strangely closed soon after he left and the other ghosts didn't feel much reason to visit Amity anymore without him there.

It was Gotham U where he met Dick by literally fainting into his arms after a long day where he'd forgotten to eat and the early dinner the night before plus the going down the stairs at a quick pace and leaning forward with gravity.

"sorry, couldn't help falling for you~" the cheesy pick up line was the only thing his foggy brain could comprehend before he fainted.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: A quick short one, inspired by a TikTok video I saw. Also as always... I am impatient in posting it.

"You're not my dad, yet."

"Get out of the spaceship. I am your dad, Phantom."

"You're not my dad."

"I am your Dad. The papers are already submitted! Get out of the spaceship."

"I am in a spaceship and you're not."

"I will literally drag you out of the damned space ship."

"No! I'm literally in a spaceship, you're not. You are not my dad."

"Literally get out of the spaceship. It's rude to others!"

"Tell me it's rude, I don't give a fuck!"

The bat kids exchanged amused glances. Red Robin and Spoiler had their phones out filming the entire situation. Red Hood was already downed, laughing to the point that his gut started hurting. Nightwing tried to be polite and not laugh but his shoulders were shaking. It was only a matter of time before he would break two. Black Bat was also shaking in silent laughter while Signal watched on, torn between horror, amusement and worry. Robin had his arms crossed watching stoically but for some reasons was sporting a proud smirk.

"Shouldn't you kids try to help Batman?" Superman next to them carefully asked his eyes going back and forth between Batman's kids and the ongoing situation before them.

"And ruin Phantom's mood? Do you have any idea how hard it was to even make him leave the lab? This is the first time in days that I am seeing him smile. Do not ruin his good mood." Robin countered, giving the hero a quick glare before eyes turning back to his father and phantom still arguing.

"Besides, this is the first time we get to see B arguing with a little kid like this. None of us managed to drive him to that point yet." Nightwing added grinning.

"How long has it been since B had submitted the adoption papers?" Red Robin asked, looking at them over his shoulder, his handy camera focused on the phantom who now had started to stick his tongue out and blow raspberries at Batman as an argument point.

"Two days." Signal answered easily, finally deciding to be just amused with the situation.

"Phantom! Get out now!"

"Over my already dead body!"

"And how long since B had actually slept?" Spoiler questioned next in between giggles.

"He's been working on Phantom's case without sleep for four days now." Nightwing grinned. "I will add Phantom claiming a spaceship to the methods on how to get B of the Batcomputer."

"Will you at least do something? You're the one that usually mainly uses it!" Superman turned towards Martian Manhunter only for the other hero to shrug.

"Honestly, why would I care? As Robin said, Phantom appears to enjoy his time quite a lot. And considering what he had gone through, who would I be to ruin it for such a young hero?"

"Phantom!"

"NO!"

"We gotta send this to Agent A later!" Jason gasped between his laughter. Nightwing's phone pinged with a message from Oracle and the eldest Bat kid showed it to the others with a bright grin.

"Already done. O is giving him a live feat of this on the Batcomputer."

[bet-on-me-13]

Damien didn't know what to expect when he reached the Original's Home. A cabin in the woods devoid of all outside communication? A Boat at Sea far from the eye of the League? Maybe a secret underground Bunker where he could wait out the League's attention?

Whatever it was he was expecting, it wasn't this.

A suburban Home. Redstone on the outside, with gray steps leading up to a normal (if slightly battered) looking door. The only thing separating it from a completely average house being the Space Ship shaped Attachment on the Roof.

He would have thought that the Original would have chosen a more subtle hiding spot, but considering he had yet to be found until that very day, it must have been effective.

Now that he was standing so close to the Original's Door, he didn't know what to expect.

When the news of him being a Clone had originally been revealed, he had been filled with a Confused Fury. Why, why had this happened to him?! He was supposed to be the Blood Son, the successor to the Batman, the next in line for the Throne of the Demon's Head. It had been his entire identity for much if his Life.

But then he had discovered that it was all a Lie. He was not the only Blood Son, he wasn't even the Blood Son at all, he was a cheap Immitation of them. He was not next in line for the Throne, that honor (or curse) lied at the feet of someone who had been born for it.

He had acted rashly at first. He used all the channels available to him, both from his Hero Work and his previous Assasins Job, to track down where the Original's had disappeared to. Then he snuck out of the Manor, and wen tto confront his Template.

But now that he stood on the steps of his Templates Home, he had no idea what he was there. Was he there to Kill him? Was he there to investigate? Why had he ever sought out the Original?

Before he could resolve the turmoil within his own Mind, he heard the sound of a Door opening in front of him. He looked up, and saw his own Face staring back at him. He looked different of course, older, and his eyes were Blue rather than Green, but it was undoubtedly his own Face. This was him. The Original. The Real Damien Al Ghul.

"So, you've been standing outside my front door for almost an hour now, what's up?" Had it really been that long? He had been so trapped within his own mind that he hadn't even noticed.

"Hello, I believe we have some business." He said.

The Original seemed to take a closer look at him, and said "Oh God dammit, did the Fruitloop Clone me again? I thought he has learned his Lesson after Dan."

Again? So he hadn't even been the first of the Clones. How much had his Mother hidden from him?

"I guess we do have some stuff to discuss, come on in. What should I call you?" Invited the Original.

"I do not know." He said, "I do not know if my name belongs to me anymore. Do you not own the name of Damien Al Ghul?"

He seemed to pause at this for a bit, before smacking his palm to his forehead, "Oh, you're not one of Vlads are you?" He said, turning to him, "You're one of Hers."

"What?" He asked. Who was Vlad?

"Ugh, nevermind. That's a whole other mess to deal with at a later time. For now, let me introduce myself at least." He said, "My name is Daniel, I go by Danny though."

"Then I guess I'll go by Red Bird. It was an old Alias of mine, it will serve its purpose for now."

The Origi-Danny, seemed to cringe at that. "Oh yeah, we have a lot to talk about."

Without another option, Red Bird followed him in.

Reverse Clone AU

So, I've seen a couple stories where Danny is Damian's clone. How about we reverse it?

Danny was born Damian Al Ghul, being raised to be an assassin since he could walk. However, he had a good heart, and eventually his mother overstepped around him (maybe she killed one of his favorite caretakers? Maybe he saw her killing someone with a loving family?), causing him to decide to leave the League next time they let him outside.

He was discovered by the Fentons, got adopted, and had his name changed from Damian Al Ghul into Daniel 'Danny' Fenton. Over the years, his time in the League slowly faded from memory, only remembering that one moment that drove him from them.

Talia, meanwhile, tried to create another baby, but found she didn't have any more DNA from Bruce. However, she did have plenty of Damian/Danny's DNA, so she decided to simply clone her son, making sure that this one would never get it in his head to run away. She decided to let the memory of her first son go, completely overriding it with the new Damian, as if he had been the first son and not merely some clone, forcing everyone in the League to keep the fact a secret.

So, things continue on, Danny becomes Phantom, Damian becomes Robin, so on and so forth. Eventually, one of the Batclan stumble upon Danny and take an interest in him once they realize he looks like Damian.

They actually don't think that he's a clone, because he's older than Damian and records show him having a history older than Damian, so they believe that Talia had another child, which Damian is already a little salty about, because it means that his status as the heir of the League and potentially his title as the only blood son of batman are completely meaningless.

Unfortunately, their investigations lead to the League figuring out where Danny is, at which point Talia drops by and decides to reveal in front of everyone that Danny is the original Damian and Damian is a clone meant to take his place.

The only one who takes it well is Danny, who tells everyone to get off his porch before he activates the home defense systems because he does not care for this drama.

[i-suc-at-art]

DpxDc prompt #2

Full prompt from this idea

Tim and Danny are apart of an online RPG which is basically DND but anonymous and online. (it’s mainly for secret nerds who don’t have anyone irl to play with)

Danny plays as a changeling rogue who will often swipe things from players they don’t like

Tim plays a Variant Human, monk who wields a pole staff (my guy is not subtle) and will often give back the things danny (who’s known as wraith) (Tim goes by Scarlet Redpoll (mainly just Scarlet though)) stole

Rules of the RPG:

Everyone remains under their game handle (so there’s no doxing) NO REAL NAMES

You can interact with other parties who are using the same campaign as you, however when interacting with main story plot your party will go into its own private server

You can have a party of any size however it’s recommended to have a party over 4.. However you can make it with two or three or solo (but that’s just kinda sad..)

There is a chat feature and call feature in the game, however no hate speech, or bigotry

You can’t join a call unless your apart of the party

ofc this doesn’t stop it from happening but that’s not really relevant to the story

There are Dms (dungeon masters) but your team can also just use the computer for your Dm

Your character can be completely customized, and you’ll move around on a map

Ok now to the fun stuff

Danny and Tim (Wraith and Scarlet) have been playing together for about 3 months, and have made a commitment to play every 2 weeks on sunday (ghosts tend to take a break every 2 weeks on sundays (and B forced Tim to take a break from everything including cases every 2 weeks on sunday) Although sometimes each will get pulled away from the game and they’ll have to end early.

Anyways their campaign doesn’t super matter, only that they are online friends. Ok so one day Tim texts Wraith (they use online name bc y'know tim’s like uber famous) that he can’t make it to their session today bc his dad is forcing him to “bond” Aka he’s going to a gala with Bruce and Dick to stop a heist team that has been rampant across socialite and high society events. Wraith tells him it’s alright, and that coincidentally he’s busy too and was just about to cancel.

As Tim surveils everyone he curses Bruce for making him come. Tim had gotten into the habit of getting a night off from everything. He’d also not gotten a chance to do ample research on the guests beforehand because he’d been working on researching the thieves. He’d heard some chatter about the group looking into a possible haunted vahz, that was on display for the night. Tim had been surveying the party staying near the vahz making sure everyone checked out. Dick had texted saying that he’d cornered a possible thieving candidate and that he needed Tim to run an face ID check, on the picture he’d taken. The photo was of a young woman, her red hair caused Tim to think of Babs, but the woman’s simple teal evening dress couldn’t be further from her style. He’d done a quick search of the woman, she seemed to be some sort of rich young socialite, definitely Dicks type.. Her name was Kelly Jankins, no criminal history, or past arrests, she had a couple of parking tickets that were waved from her late teens. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tim texted Dick the information (save for the part about her being Dicks type) before stuffing his phone back into his pocket and moving from his post to go and get a drink. About 20 feet from his post he bumped into a nicely dressed guy, his hair black and suit tailored.. He also wore a Vladco pin on his left breast pocket.

He’d apologized and Tim told him it was no big deal, his eyes were blue.. But he could have sworn they were green when he first looked up. And his voice.. It sounded so familiar. Why did it sound familiar..?

As Tim walked away it hit him like a truck.. Wraith.

—————

Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz had been stealing for some time now, after Danny had been outed as Phantom to the whole town by his parents. Him, Sam, and Tucker had decided to all leave Amity since all of their parents were unaccepting.. Sam’s parents had gone so far as to write her out of their will.. Danny had told her and Tuck to stay in Amity and fix their relationships with their family, but they’d both said ‘that if Danny wasn’t in Amity Park then they didn’t have their family.’ So they left. The three stayed with Jazz for a bit but she was a broke college student that barely had enough money for food and rent. So the three started stealing food.. It was out of necessity at first, and only from big companies, but when Sam got an online invitation to a big gala that was showing off some old artifacts from a rich guy’s private collection, Danny felt a pull toward a particular item from his core. The item belonged to someone in the ghost zone.. and he needed to have it. He needed to return it.

So they stole it. Danny was to be Sam’s plus one as he’s basically a haunted item metal detector. Sam would steal the item and Tuck would turn out the lights and secretly system. Then Danny would get him and Sam out of there. Most of their plans would be similar to this format. Sam would also grift from the other patrons, only stealing from the ones who seemed to have a shit ton of money. Eventually even teaching Danny how to do it too, she’d told him that ‘using his ghost powers were a cop out’ when he brought that up.. and that ‘anyone would be able to feel the chill of it.’ Which Danny was sure that that was untrue.. But he learned how to steal a wallet, or a phone Sam’s way.

Jazz had been against the thefts at first saying that all of these items belonged to the original owner. But soon she was persuaded when Danny told her that they were stealing stolen items. Stolen ghost items. Some of the items even had a ghost core attached to it. So Jazz became their planner, she’d make sure they’d have all the info they needed and that no one got caught.

Danny ends up in jail after being caught trying to lift someone’s wallet.. Jazz was there to legally get him out and pay the bail. Tucker got caught in a backroom of a place they were stealing from. ‘Oh yeah that’s her brother who would often get himself trapped in closets looking for the bathroom.. She apologizes profusely..’

So when Tucker had found their newest item, a haunted vase that had a shit ton of death and destruction attached to it, Jazz had thought up the plan. She’d heard whisperings that Vlad had gotten invited to the party but Danny was going to go in his place since Vlad would never go. Then they had a plan. A plan they were meant to stick to, until someone ran her face and Danny started being followed. So they abandoned the vase opting to get out of there instead of getting caught.

[justhauntley]

I ended up doing little sketches cause I'm having fun with this. It looks much better in person I swear. I tried to do some neck crown but I don't know if you can really tell. Also I don't know what a NASA hoodie would look like, forgive me. Too lazy to find a reference.

We don't mention the one on bottom, okay? Okay.

Okay okay okay long post but,

I need to say this cause it's nearly midnight and this idea is keeping me awake! Please tell me if you like the sound of the idea or if you think it's a bit of a stretch lol

So I started thinking about this today and cannot stop but y'know those Danny Phantom AU where Danny has a space obsession but everyone assumes it's actually a protection obsession?? I had an idea where, what if they're not assuming and Danny's pretending to have a protection obsession because he doesn't want his rouges to feel guilty about keeping him from his obsession?

Here me out! What if Danny feels like pretending to have a protection obsession is necessary to keeping his rouges happy and content while fulfilling their obsessions? He wants them to be happy because it means they'll be more satisfied and will come around less (he hopes). His rouges are more than happy to attack because they feel like they're helping Danny fulfill HIS obsession!

Eventually Danny starts to think of it like he's performing for those around him, like he's the star of the show he didn't realize he was in- He finds himself watching plays and operas and broadway shows and he enjoys them?? Which he didn't expect! Soon he becomes a bit obsessed with putting on the perfect performance for others, but obviously that has side effects on his mental health.

Maybe we can bring in some Ghost King Phantom? Like he becomes the Ghost King once he's graduated university or something and to his surprise, Frostbite tells him that he has a new Performance Obsession and of course this can give an opportunity for angsty spirals... Also if I'm being completely honest, the design and personality I have in my head for him is reminiscent of Furina from Genshin Impact, which I'm pretty sure was an accident, especially because I finished the newest quest yesterday... But whatever... I'll worry about it later.

If enough people like the idea I'll probably put a story and designs together, might even throw some dpxdc into the ring who knows, I sure don't! Anyway, my first time actually putting thought into an AU idea and I'm having a lot of fun with it. Let me know what you think!

[op-sys-chaos]

DPxDC Prompt: He’s Gone, I’m Next

The post had an image that was blurred for gore. Upon clicking on it to reveal it, however, the viewer would see a child, mutilated, vivisected, and left in a field to rot when there were no more organs to take.

The caption was as follows:

“As unbelievable as it sounds, this was legal. They could’ve done even worse, though I don’t know how much worse you can get, and it still would be legal. He was alive and awake for all of this. They only discarded him when they finally removed his heart and he died.

Why, you ask? Well, his parents were scientists studying a compound. Nothing illegal, and only dangerous when handled improperly. But they studied it his whole life. With such prolonged exposure to it from a young age, he eventually had enough of it in his system that he pinged on the sensors of the organization that did this to him. Once they realized the source of the contamination was his parents, they scanned them and took them too. I haven’t seen their bodies yet, but I can only imagine that they’re already in the same state. And again, it’s perfectly legal. Because anyone who’s been exposed to this substance for a long time can be experimented on and destroyed and is legally non-sentient and non-sapient. This obviously wasn’t true. Just ask anyone who knew him. He was a normal kid with a normal life. He didn’t deserve this.

I’m his older sister. The only surviving member of my family. And they’re coming for me next.”

Below the caption was a link to the anti-ecto acts so that people could read the law for themself to see that it was legal.

The account was registered to Jazz Fenton. Some quick googling found Jazz Fenton of Amity park and her brother and parents. Danny Fenton’s death report, as well as Jack and Maddie Fenton’s, who had been found dead in the exact same way an hour after the post had gone out, were front page news in Amity Park. The other big news was that their local town hero had gone missing.

The information immediately went to the Justice League the second Oracle read the post and dug up the intel. They raced to do something about it. Some people began tackling the anti-ecto acts, trying to get them destroyed. There was plenty of public outrage to support their demise, since the post had gone viral. The rest of the heroes split up to find and protect Jazz.

They found her eventually, on the run. There was a ghost protecting her, so luckily she was safer than they’d feared. But why is this ghost only shooting at some JL members and not others when they converged on Superman’s position to try to talk to her? Why does this ghost only let some of them approach the girl?

Superman and Green Arrow, of all people, can get close to her. So they’re about to find out.

Or, Danny gets killed in human form, his parents sharing his fate moments later. They hadn’t done anything other than be ecto contaminated. Jazz, who’d been out with friends, had thankfully saw the vans around her house and gotten away safely with the help of Sam and Tucker, both of whom wanted to stay behind to save Danny instead of escaping with her, since they were in much less danger. Jazz wanted to too, but they told her they couldn’t protect her and save him. She agreed to let them do their thing, only for the three of them to stumble across Danny’s body on their way out of town. He’d been captured only an hour ago. Jazz took a photo and posted the post hours later, once she was safe. Sam and Tucker turned back around to go back to Amity and burn the GIW to the ground. Danny, now a full ghost, shows up as Phantom a bit later and starts protecting Jazz. But he’s not fully in his right mind - he was tortured and killed in the span of an hour - and he shoots at anyone who approaches Jazz. That is, unless he can sense that they’re ecto-contaminated, which any JL members who’ve died and resurrected are. After all, no one would sell out their own kind like that. …Right? Okay, so Phantom’s still on edge. But what part of his mind he’s currently in position of is solely focused on protecting his sister. She’ll make it out. She has to. (Jazz, meanwhile, is trying to heal Phantom’s mind as much as she can.)

[stealingyourbones]

Question! I have been getting into DC comics cuz of dpxdc, and I saw your tags on frank Miller on a recent post. One of my irl friends told me to read the dark knight returns and while it was occasionally hard to follow I assumed that was a result of when it was written rather than who wrote it? But I did overall enjoy it.

I guess what I'm asking is why you say frank Miller is a bad writer when it seems like the dark knight returns was so acclaimed?

(I saw the nazi thing too but that's something I can google so while it's news to me it's not my main question)

ok so. A lot of this is my personal opinion and I'm not too equipped to say shit about this because I'm not very political but I'm going to give it my best shot. Put under a cut so folks who don't want to hear about comic ranting can simply scroll past

I’m just gonna write a quick thing for the Nazi stuff, He isn't exactly a Nazi but boy oh boY does he set off many warning flags. Frank Miller is also the writer of the comic 300, if that sounds familiar that's because the movie you're probably thinking of is indeed based off these comics. The Spartan's ideology helped create the baselines of Fascism. Fascism is a pretty leading cause of commentary in Frank Millers work. In Batman: The Dark Knight he is a fascist. In Hard Boiled there's swastikas in the background every so often. (I even went back to reread it just to make sure and yep. they definitely were there) In 300 there's a shitton of Fascism... I could go on but still. His comics are incredibly gorey, have a discussion about a world gone wrong that can only be changed using force and weaponry (the whole Dark Knight "I am a surgeon" monologue for example), and the fact that he has Fascism as the main point of nearly all of the comics he's written... it doesn't sit right with me and it's a consistent pattern.

Now, onto the bad writing. I must firstly preface that these are my own opinions and that I didn't grow up reading Frank Miller's work. I think he was a good writer but isn't one anymore. His writing did incredible things for DC and you can see his influence in Batman even today. Works I've read and enjoyed of his are: Daredevil, Batman Year One, and Dark Knight. Nowadays you'll see many folks like myself talk about how Frank Miller has fallen off the deep end. A vast majority of Frank Miller's comics have reoccurring themes: politics, fascism, extreme violence, and so so much weaponry. Politics is in every comic book. There is no unpolitical comic, there ARE comics that are batshit wild with their politics and that's what I'm talking about. I'll get back to this later. He wrote many good comics, ones that first come to mind are Daredevil , Wolverine, Batman: Dark Knight, Batman: Year One, Sin City, Ronin, and 300. All of these comics are still credited by folks as amazing comics and hell, I recommend folks to read them go and check them out. Then 9/11 happened. That along with rampant alcoholism. Those reoccurring themes I mentioned? They become exponentially more blatant in his works. Especially on the political angle. You can see the difference between his works from pre and post 9/11. If you read Dark Knight and Dark Knight 2 back to back. It's night and day. He even made a comic during the post 9/11 panic called Holy Terror. The comic's title was originally pitched as Holy Terror, Batman! with the Gotham hero himself as the main character but it swiftly denied by DC, denied being published by DC, and changed to what it is now. The basic plot of this comic: A Vigilante named The Fixer fights Al-Qaeda after attacking Empire City. He doesn't even mention the word Al-Qaeda until 80 pages into a 150 page comic. The comic is some INCREDIBLY blatant post 9/11 propaganda that's ridiculously Islamophobic and anti-muslim. That isn't even my opinion, Frank Miller has said that's what this comic was. It is scattered with a ridiculous amount of hate speech written by a hate fueled man in 2007. Now onto comics that you'd more likely read. All Star Batman and Robin (2005). Oh boy. Let's compare shall we? Batman Dark Knight Returns (1986)

All Star Batman & Robin, The Boy Wonder #1 (2005)

mind you this is as Dick is being driven to GCPD for questioning RIGHT AFTER HIS PARENTS DIED. He gets kidnapped by Bruce out of the police car. Not calmed in his arms after the murder and brought to the manor. Kidnapped. All Star Batman & Robin, The Boy Wonder #2 (2005)

( a brief intermission of this sickass pose of a shirtless Alfred Pennyworth comforting Vicky Vale)

now back to the kidnapping:

[Skipping Bruce getting chased by the GCPD, Jumping the Batmobile ONTOP of a GCPD car, and laughing and talking to his car all the while Dick is absolutely terrified. They then use boosters that propel the Batmobile into the sky.]

Smashcut to #4 where they actually enter the Batcave.

I don't even think I need to explain myself. This is Spider-Man: One More Day levels of mischaracterization. Like seriously. Bruce kidnapping Dick after his parents were killed? Calling him a retard and hitting him during the aftermath (we can go on about how in 2005, the r slur was used commonly but this was just out of pocket), Leaving him in the cold batcave and told to eat rats? Frank Miller used to write some incredible works. Nowadays his writing is as decent as Rob Liefeld's art.

[hannahmanderr]

hey phandom, we can do better

i know we're all getting sick and tired of tagging discourse, especially when it comes to dpxdc tagging, but i'm beginning to notice another problem this fandom has, usually with reblog tags specifically, and it's becoming a bit of a problem.

i know the joke in the phandom is that we all love gore/body horror/gruesomeness in general, and in general, the tolerance level is, on average, much higher than the average fandom, but i think it's important we realize that not everyone is okay with seeing such levels of gore and violence on their dash, and let's be real: we are awful at properly tagging posts with gore.

like i said, this really goes for reblogs too. i know i for one have an extremely low gore tolerance (in many cases, it can actually be triggering for me), and usually at least once a day i see improperly tagged reblogs of excessive blood on the lighter end and posts with Danny's (or whoever's) insides literally on full display on the more extreme end.

all i'm asking is for everyone to try and make an effort to properly tag gore. it can be very off-putting for new fans especially to realize that they're expected to fit into a one-size-fits-all approach to the levels of gore normally tolerated in the phandom, and it can be stressful for older fans who are just looking to engage with a silly children's cartoon they adore. we want the phandom to be as open and accessible to as many people as possible, after all.

tags like #gore, #body horror, etc. are great ways to start, and honestly, given that we're the phandom, we can even have tags like #dissection, since so much of gore seems to revolve around dissections.

it takes two seconds to add a quick tag so that people don't have to see potentially triggering subject matters <3 <3 <3