#souls and ectoplasm

[stars-obsession-pit]

In some DPxDC fics, Kryptonite is made of solidified ectoplasm.

This is often used for humor - Danny gets to eat the Kryptonite like it’s no big deal.

But what if it was taken in a different direction?

Ghosts are made of ectoplasm.

Kryptonite’s dangerous effects towards Kryptonians mainly came about after the planet’s destruction (in at least some interpretations, the material is dangerous because it’s infused with radiation from the destruction of the planet).

The destruction of Krypton caused a lot of death—a lot of ghosts—all at once.

The first time Danny laid his eyes on some Kryptonite, he had to run to a wastebasket before he emptied his stomach.

It was full of trapped souls.

[emacrow]

When John Constantine died, he didn't think his last deal actually saved his soul.

Especially with a enormous room full of Gods, Demons, Faes and other being he swindled his soul with.

He didn't expect that deal with the Ghost King in the infinite realm for beating darkseid accidentally contaimnented his poor excused piece soul with ectoplasm to morph into a halfa when he died doing what he never thought he do last.

Save a kid from an illegal ectoplasm extraction from what would've cause the future to end later on.

The next thing he knows, he is in a giant room with all the entity he swindled, sitting on a red plush pillow. Feeling smaller than ever, looking at his tiny tanned pudgy baby hands before a loud whined was heard.

"Fuckin Infinite king got him."

"Yeah, fuck that, I'm not fighting the infinite king after what he did to Chaos last time. He can keep Constantine's stinky soul."

John could only stare in amazement and some twisted sense of shock as one by one, more and more entities were leaving the room, giving up their own contracts, some cursing or grumbling under their voices, even the one who swear she'll get him, could only gritted her teeth, and throw a cursing tantrum before throwing her own contracts on the floor before walking out the room.

Leaving John alone, sitting on a plush pillow with the main person who has caused all this..

Danny Phantom, who was sitting down, relaxed in mid-air, playing with a miniature newborn galaxy like it was a playdoh. White hair full of stars constellations as braids holder, face covered in stardust with a smug grin on his face.

"Why..?" John could only say softly. After all the trouble he cause with the infinite realm high king, he didn't expect this.

"You'd grown on me after accepting that deal to take out the ecto-acts, and seeing your cheese grated soul like that and knowing what going happen after you die. It was the least I could do, plus.." Danny said honestly, waving his hand a bit in gesture.

"Now, there are no excuses that I can't look in your cursed astronomy tower at the house of mysteries!" Danny said with his cheek beaming brightly.

John could only stare blankly for a moment before he started to giggles.. that giggles morphing to a full-blown out crying mixture laugh.

The tiny, purpled hair toddler sobbed like a baby for the first time in years, tears of overjoyed or overly emotional sense of relief that he escaped his own damnant thanks to one deal with a scrawny teen in a outhouse diner 3 years ago.

Hell, being turned into a 3 year old toddler halfa was a better thought than he had in mind, even at the expense of no alcohol for the next 14-18 years would be worth it.

Part 2 -> here

[artstaeus3600]

Bio Dad Danny!

Part 3 Everybody! And Happy new year!

When Danny got back from the summoning he immediately started shutting down anyway for cultists to get his summoning in this universe, and with that out of the way went back to how life was before the now known dub "summoning", he still had to take summonings from other universes but he always left Fright Night to babysit and surprising enough Conner wasn't Frightened by the Halloween Ghost, he hopes that the Justice League (he had to look up their name) would only use his personal summoning for emergencies (and always away from Conner).

Conner's first birthday was coming up and Danny already had Dani and Dan coming over for the day plus Dan said he was bringing Clockwork to introduce the baby to him. So Danny went out as usual with Conner to go get the Cake for the next day it was a little bakery only a 30 min walk from his place, it was good exercise if anything. But of course there had to be another subpar villain causing trouble seems to be one of Superman's if him being there was any consolation.

So Danny tried hurrying to the Bakery but before he could a green rock landed near them, Conner immediately started crying and squirming in his baby wrap, while Danny was strict with the soul crushing sadness and pain that came from the rock, he lands on his knees hunched over Conner he tried to back the tears in his eyes, his face rigid with focus that he had to get away from the thing causing them pain, then all of a sudden he was picked up and dropped off far away from the fight with a group of people by the Flash.

Glad to be away from the stone, Danny put his focus on calming down Conner by cooling his fingers and letting the baby bite on them, what Danny hadn't noticed was that the Flash saw how they reacted to the Kryptonite and the relief when they were away from it, but flash wasn't done helping People to safer zones so he continued till the Fight was over but by the time they were done and he went to go check with the black haired man with his child they were gone. Flash then had to question, was Superman the last Kryptonian?

Danny upon getting back to his apartment held his breath momentarily cuddling close with Conner trying to rid the last of the feeling of what he now realizes was the death of planet and it's civilization. "I guess we'll have to get you your birthday cake tomorrow, huh, bud?" Danny looked adoring at his child.

Part 1 , Part 2

@honeysuckletook @chrysanthemum9484

[playedcrowd5610]

Playedcrowd5610's Complete Guide to Danny Phantom Ghosts - Part 1: Ghost Levels/Types of Ghosts.

Disclaimer: This is how I write my ghosts. Most of these are based on headcanons that I have picked up on my own from watching the show, as well as real-world mythology and stories. They are based on my interpretation of how things work in this universe and are meant to help people better understand my writing and the way I do things.

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The ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe are made up of three types: Echos, Soul Eaters, and Ecto entities. I will be going over each one, why they exist, what they look like, what the examples are, and what their abilities are.

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Echos:

Echos are what would be called a level 1 ghost in the Danny Phantom world. They are a person that has died and become ghosts but don't have enough ectoplasm or energy to form a body. So they are merely a soul that is floating around in the air that no one without special abilities can see.

This type of ghost has the most real-world implications and is not the type of ghost shown throughout the Danny Phantom show. Amity Park is rich in ectoplasm and has multiple portals, natural and man-made. So all the ghosts that haunt the town or travel to the town have enough ectoplasm in the air to form a body. Ghosts that don't haunt Amity Park don't have that luxury.

which is where you would get the "traditional ghost" that you would see in ghost-hunting videos and books. The type of ghost most people's minds jump to when they hear the name. The ones that you can't really see or there is just a soul floating around. Sometimes, they can move things with enough effort.

These ghosts are often bonded to an object or a person and always need to be around them and can't leave their haunt without that person or item. They are harmless and mostly just float around and try and gather enough passive energy and emotions from what is around them to form a body.

To people like Danny and other ghosts, Echo looks like a floating core with a pale outline of whatever the person was before. also can't talk because they don't have enough ectoplasm to form vocal cords and can only communicate through emotions.

Their emotions flow from them and feed into the beings around them. All ghosts have secondary communication through emotions and can read the emotions of those around them naturally.

if they manage to get enough ectoplasm to start forming a body they turn into a soul eater, which brings me to my next point.

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Soul Eaters:

Soul eaters are actually seen in the show. While they are not called soul eaters in the show, this is what I have personally interpreted them as. Our two example ghosts are johnny's Shadow and Spectra.

Soul eaters are in the level 2-3 range of ghosts. Most of the time, they come from Echos that have managed to gather enough ecto energy and now have a body. But the body is not complete this causes them to crave more and more energy to give themself a physical form.

These guys are creatures that look like shadows and blend in with the world around them. they have permanently sharp claws and teeth and use those to fight and try and gain more energy. They almost get more of a lust for energy and seem to not be fully in their right mind all the time, obsessed with at least keeping their form so they don't turn back into echos

Soul eaters can get energy/ectoplasm in two ways:

1) They can absorb ectoplasm or eat it from other ghosts that they might pray on or hang around. An example would be the ghost Shadow, who is permanently bonded to Johnny 13 and follows him around. This gives him enough passive energy to hang around a more powerful ghost so that he can keep a form in the mortal world. In return, he gives his servitude to Johnny and helps fight for him.

2) Absorbing energy from emotions: This example would be Spectra. Soul eaters, if they are more patient, can absorb energy through emotions. Any ghost can also rely on emotions to give them energy. But soul eaters pray on it. They will tend to be drawn to people with strong emotions; hateful and depressed ones are normally the best because they are the strongest. This can sometimes cause a person to feel drained of their emotions because all of their access energy is being eaten. Hence why they are called soul eaters.

Soul eaters are dangerous because they rely more on instinct than they do logic. Absorb and eat. Danny knows that they are just trying to get energy and want a body, so sometimes he can try and make a deal with them for help or just to get them out of there by offering up ectoplasm for them to eat.

Once soul eaters have enough energy to form a full body and can calm down from their aggressive side, they become ecto entities.

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Ecto Entities:

These ghosts make up the majority of the show's cast and rouge gallery. They are ghosts who were either powerful enough in their obsession and gained enough energy in the ghost zone to have full bodies from the beginning or who have levelled up from either Echo or Soul Eater over time.

They are much more powerful and make up the rest of the ecto scale 4-10. All of these ghosts have the ability to touch objects and people and have solid physical forms when they travel to the human world.

They can have a number of different abilities based on their obsession, what level they are, and whether they have a fire or ice core. But all of these ghosts share a common set of powers: Invisibility, passive ectoplasm absorption, flight, and intangibility.

Ghosts such as Ember, Kitty, Johnny, Skulker and even Danny fall into this category. as well as blob ghosts, which would be closer to a level 4 and tend to be one step above soul eaters when it comes to forming a body. But can still touch things and have physical forms.

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If you were to take away ectoplasm from one of these ghosts or they were injured or separated from it for a long period of time they will level down the scale going from Ecto Entity > Soul Eater > Echo. They would need to replenish their ectoplasmic energy over time to go level back up.

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This is my rough explanation of how I see and describe ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe. I may eventually make a full YouTube video about it, but for now, I will post it here.

[bet-on-me-13]

Metahumans are just Liminals

So! As far as I know, Metahumans get their powers because they have Nth Metal in their DNA (I think? It might be a single continuity thing).

But what if Nth Metal is just Solidified Ectoplasm?

Metahumans are just a different Brand of Liminal. They get their powers from Metalic Ectoplasm in their DNA rather than Pure Ectoplasm in their Soul. As such, their powers are much more based on their Genetics rather than their Obsessions.

A Metahuman is more likely to have children who share the same power. It is Passed On through their DNA, and as such it may not actually fit the users Personality. The upside is that the Power is usually stronger than normal.

A Liminal will get their powers from their Soul. Whatever fits their Obsession the best is what they will get. The downside is that their power is weaker than a Metahumans abilities.

A Ghost is the perfect combination of the Two.

They have a Core made of Metalic Ectoplasm, and a Soul made of Pure Ectoplasm. They have the Power of a Metahuman, and the Fitting Nature of Liminals.

Side Note: Halfas are kind of an even better version of that? They have the Metalic Core, the Pure Ecto Soul, and the Body of a Human to contain the Power.

Thoughts?

[thesoulspulse]

It took a few days to finish this (mostly due to real life interruptions constantly) but wow, I had so much fun coloring it! I seriously love stained glass designs so much!

[nocaffeineforlevi]

I wholeheartedly agree with everyone who ever made a transmasc Danny headcanon

[land-of-frogs-and-dragons]

How does one force the brain juice to make the words English onto the page? Asking for me attempting to fic

[nomstellations]

If ghosts are made from ectoplasm (a sorta slimy substance), what are slime-ghosts made of? Ecto-ectoplasm? Ectoplasm-plasm? Ectoplasm squared? Ectoplasm-B? Super-Ectoplasm?

i think ghosts just secrete ectoplasm bc its...idk, soul slime?? in that case maybe a ghost slime is just entirely made of ectoplasm and haunting your local sewer or something

[rosemaryhoney27]

Sweet war

The Justice League was no stranger to summoning powerful entities, but as the glowing green portal ripped through the air in the Watchtower, there was an unspoken tension among them. They had expected a dark and ominous figure. Instead, a teenager with stark white hair, glowing green eyes, and regal black-and-green robes with a shimmering, ethereal crown atop his head floated before them.

Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, had arrived.

The moment he set foot—or rather, floated—on the Watchtower’s floor, he held out a gloved hand, his expression neutral but expectant.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he said. “I assume you called me for something important. Where’s my offering?”

John Constantine, ever the opportunist, smirked and stepped forward. With an exaggerated flourish, he reached into his coat and pulled out a cigarette before dramatically crushing it between his fingers. Then, placing a hand over his chest, he said, “How ‘bout my soul, mate?”

Danny turned to him, eyes narrowing slightly before his lips curled in distaste. “Ew. No one wants your broken, old soul, Constantine.”

The League collectively inhaled sharply. Superman coughed to cover a chuckle. Batman’s lips twitched ever so slightly. Zatanna stifled a snicker behind her gloved hand. Constantine, looking slightly offended, scoffed and took a drag of a new cigarette. “Well, can’t blame a bloke for tryin’.”

Wonder Woman, arms crossed, took a step forward. “Then tell us, Ghost King, what is it that you desire?”

Danny crossed his arms, looking at them all appraisingly. Then, with a small smirk, he said, “Honestly? I just want some good homemade sweets. Best you can find.”

Silence stretched between them as the request sank in. Then—

“I know just the thing,” Superman said immediately, a fond smile spreading across his face as he thought of Ma Kent’s famous homemade pies.

Batman hummed. “Alfred’s cookies.” His tone was decisive, as if it were an undeniable fact that they were superior.

Superman’s gaze sharpened. “You think your butler’s cookies can top my mom’s pies?”

Batman turned his head just enough to meet Superman’s challenge. “Yes.”

Danny, watching this unfold, raised a brow. “Wait—”

Flash grinned and clapped his hands together. “Oh-ho! This just got interesting.”

Wonder Woman smirked. “A contest of sweets, then?”

And just like that, the battle lines were drawn.

Superman wasted no time contacting his mother, explaining the situation with excitement in his voice. Meanwhile, Batman sent an encrypted message to Alfred, who replied with a simple: Understood. Commencing preparations.

Danny, who had just wanted some cookies or pie, now found himself at the center of an intergalactic baking war.

“Uh,” he started, watching as Superman and Batman prepared to bring their respective champions into the fray. “…This isn’t what I expected, but I’m not complaining.”

Constantine clapped him on the back. “Buckle up, kid. You just started the Bake-Off of the Century.”

And so, the great Bake War between Ma Kent and Alfred Pennyworth commenced, all for the favor of one very amused Ghost King.

Two days later, the Watchtower kitchen was in utter chaos.

Flash had somehow been appointed the official taste tester and was already on his fifth plate, buzzing with sugar-induced energy. Green Lantern had made a bet on Alfred and was wearing an apron that said Kiss the Cook, despite not actually doing any cooking.

Martian Manhunter was curiously sniffing a pecan pie, while Wonder Woman was critiquing Superman’s rolling technique. "Kal, you are treating that dough as if you were forging a sword. Relax. Let it breathe."

Batman, meanwhile, had an array of meticulously measured ingredients lined up in front of him. Alfred had given him explicit instructions, and Batman followed them with the precision of a man planning a high-stakes infiltration.

Danny was sprawled across a floating chair conjured from his own ectoplasmic energy, munching on a cookie from an early batch. “You guys do realize I could just declare both the winners, right?”

Superman shot him a look. “That’s not how this works.”

Batman nodded gravely. “There must be a victor.”

Danny snickered. "You guys are way too into this."

Constantine lit a cigarette and leaned against the counter, watching the madness unfold. “This might be the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Alfred and Ma Kent, meanwhile, were exchanging polite but intense glances, silently acknowledging each other as true culinary warriors.

The Ghost King had spoken. The battle for baked good supremacy would rage on.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Since my brain has continued to rotate my alternate take on kryptonite being made of ectoplasm (here) I’ve decided to give the idea a name:

Souls of Kryptonite AU

I still don’t have any big or solid plans with it or whatever but. Yeah.

Anyway, I started thinking a bit about some worldbuilding possibilities around the thing. Nothing is too concrete but I wanted to write them out:

So, firstly:

Krypton’s destruction in some way involved ectoplasmic contamination of the planet (to justify why its bits got weird)

But then I had two ideas on how to take it:

1. Kryptonite flat-out is ectoplasm

When Krypton exploded, the energy output of the blast caused the souls of the dying Kryptonians to crystalize

Thus Kryptonite technically isn’t the shards of the planet - it’s the shards of the people

Because the souls crystalized in this way, they never fully formed ghosts. Instead, they’re just trapped in essentially the moment of their death

Kryptonite can hurt ghosts to touch because of the emotions contained within leaking through

I don’t have any fancy explanation for the Kryptonian power sapping part. Maybe the nature of it being their souls cause some sort of magic effect? Or maybe it’s literally just still radioactive in whatever special way. There are options.

Using it as a power source may or may not harm the souls - I’d think it probably would, but depending on how the energy effects work it might be arguable that the souls wouldn’t take much damage

Probably would require fancy ghost magic or ecto-technology to free the souls

You might be able to get a power boost by eating it but you really shouldn’t because that’d be like, soul cannibalism.

2. Kryptonite interacts with ectoplasm

Kryptonite is less “solidified ectoplasm” and more of a sponge that draws in ectoplasm from around it

Thus when any ghosts formed during the planet’s destruction, they were immediately pulled into it and trapped

And if any other ghost touches it later, it will start to drain or even capture them too

The ectoplasm stored in Kryptonite gradually leaks out as a different form of radiation - this is what allows it to interfere with Kryptonian powers

Generally, the more charged with ectoplasm a piece is, the stronger the radiation it releases is (this just feels like a logical rule)

The souls/cores/whatever-you-want-to-call-it of the trapped ghosts aren’t deconstructed (maybe because the ectoplasmic makeup of that part is different enough to hold it together)

Though maybe using it as an active power source could gradually damage them, to add extra angst to the usage of it in tech

However, any new ectoplasm the ghost forms while trying to heal gets torn away and spread throughout the rock

Thus keeping the ghosts stuck in a barely-formed state (essentially trapping them in the moment of their death)

Also this continuous drawing on the trapped ghosts’ ectoplasm allows for the Kryptonite to remain powered indefinitely

Kryptonite can’t hold an infinite amount of ectoplasm at once - it eventually becomes saturated and stops taking in any more (beyond replenishing what is loses to radiation)

At that point, it’s harmless for ghosts to touch (and can even give them a power boost if they consume it)

Yep i’m keeping the possibility of eating the rocks. Just make sure it’s filled with only non-sentient ambient ectoplasm and not souls and you’re good to dig in!

That saturated state could be used as a way to free the ghosts - continuously flood the Kryptonite with enough ectoplasm to keep it saturated, and the ghost will be able to reform without being drawn back in

Carefully breaking the stone might also work, but I’d probably add some sort of complication with that - maybe in regards to the stored ectoplasm being released suddenly or it potentially damaging the souls within

I feel like the latter option allows for some interesting concepts, but it’s a bit less faithful to the original “kryptonite is ectoplasm” idea

[emacrow]

The Justice League hasn't heard from John in four months. It was Zatanna who got concerned first when his phone was disconnected.

Batman found out that he died saving an important little girl named ellie from a group of drug trafficker using her as a battery. How paled zatanna was said about the girl and John's deceased body disappeared in a green portal afterward, telling him what level of apocalypse could have accurate if she had died.

Zatanna Investigating the house of mysteries was the next plan of action, considering only Zatanna and Deadman knew that house was claimed by John with an amount of cursed items, books, and every other apocalypse related items.

Zatanna was only going to place seals upon and inside the house, so nobody would attempt to enter ever, except the house wouldn't let her open the front door.

Her blood felt ice cold as she kept trying to pull the door open, but no budge.

That was where she brought the Justice league in, thinking only someone sinister and patience enough placed a claim on the house after John died because if they did.

This was a code blood moon to them. This could be the universe ending on the other side if whoever had control in the house has every cursed item, weapons, and apocalypse making ritual books imaginable that John had collected over the years.

Before J'onn could slip intangible through the house, the door opened to reveal.... Ellie?

The girl who disappeared, wearing a red beanie and a bright smile.

"Oh good, John said you all would probably come here like headless chickens. Come in!" Ellie said, leaving the door open as she floated back inside.

The Justice League and zatanna look dumbfounded before J'onn, the brave soul went in first, saying that he felt no threat.

The house of mysteries seems to have a new type of decoration done, though still very creepy. Safety baby locks, anti plug in, and a bunch of ghost related toddler toys lay around.

A very massive in height man wearing a gravity defying cloak full of stars, hair whiter then snow with constellations braids with the stars themselves sat in the couch that was obviously too much for his massive form.

A squealing little toddler wearing a soft orange jumper with purple hair giggling loudly every time he smack his tiny hands hard onto a board with a bunch of green blob in 9 holes popping out randomly like some ghost theme whack a mole.

Zatanna glanced, looking down at the little boy and then back at the familiar massive tower entity smiling softly, his stardust freckles luminous glowing green with the frozen frost crown with nebula emblems inside floating innocently on his head as her eyes widen a bit.

"Zatanna, who is this guy?" Superman said, concerned in the back. The Justice League didn't know where to go defensive mode or stand down as there was a child present.

She bowed on her knees immediately on the ground, her eyes teary up with a sense of relief.

"I greet thy infinite Realm, Danny Phan-"

"Zatanna, I told you four times in a role. It's not worth repeating my whole titles. You can call me Danny, and no, i didn't win John's soul... I merely adopted him." Danny waves his hands lightly, miniature dwarf star float around lightly before reabsorbed back in his palm.

"It took me 5 years of planning with clockwork and ellie after John helped my realms from the GIW and their plan to make my people into non-living, and living batteries, even though the Justice League had help along with disbanding them. He grew onto me and my family, and seeing what would've become his cheese grated soul after he died was a big no-no in my book." Danny said softly, Ellie popping behind from his mass of white hair.

"I helped, even though now I'm a bit younger than I am now after that whole pretend to get captured by amateur traffickers, but I'd owed constantine for that prank idea for Dan."

The Justice League awkwardly sat on the opposite couch that suddenly appeared, zatanna sitting on the floor a few feet away from John, still playing on a ghost themed whack a mole board.

"Why is John acting like this?" Zatanna asked softly, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her moisten eyes.

"Well, with the combination added years of his much overdue life, by cheating, swindling and dealing with the Supernatural, Gods, faes, and demons alongside the amount of pushed down trauma and PTSD John accumulated in his barely to be call a soul piece after dying in a perfect way for ectoplasm to fixed all of that to made him into a halfa." Danny continues to explain softly.

"His halfa core couldn't handle the weight of it all his soul pieces put together again, especially with his main soul piece being the size of broken miniature ball even after the others entities figured out I claimed and relinquished their contracts because they know I outrank them all, but John's core couldn't handle being put together all at once like that, especially how long he was with barely much of his soul left in the end once he died."

"In a simple way, all His memories, skills and everything in each soul pieces that was taken in between like a giant block of cheese being forced into a tiny mash sieve that was his current mind and body state right now, what Frostbite explain to me." Danny explained simpler with conjuring a solid glob of ectoplasm in his left hand, being pushed in a mold of mini sieve, barely any being pushed out except a couple of glowing liquid dripping.

"John is still the same John, only at where he was his safest mind state before all those deals, trauma, and everything that resulted into what he was, then that slowly returns with time. Only he is free now." Danny finished softly smiling, watching John ripe out a oooing blob ghost from the board with a gleeful squeal, smacking it on the board with delight, his tiny legs kicking in excitement.

Part 1 here <- part 3 -> here

[somnoir]

Ghost KingConsort?

Prompt: Demon Twins AU where the ghost king is summoned and claims his appearance is that of his beloveds. Shenanigans of a vindictive dead twin.

Danyal Al Ghul escaped from the league. The Lazarus Pits were never merciful but for once, they were. The pits were merciful to him as the green swallowed him and spat him out miles away from that place.

Danny can't forget his first death, the sword in his gut as Damian cut through him. The title of heir was reserved for only one of them and the spare was no longer needed. He supposed it was yet another mercy upon him, knowing that the title of spare was not simple. He would have been Damian's spare—spare parts.

Danny remembers his second death. The electricity that killed him over and over again as the ectoplasm spilled from the artificial portal brought him back to life again and again. One second he was dead, the other he was being revived. It was torturous in every way possible.

It's been years since then. His parents were a difficult case, unable to accept that their darling child had died and continued to believe that Danny was being possessed by the menace Phantom. They hunted him, tried to rip him apart to 'free' their son. It took both himself and Jazz leaving with the help of Vlad (reluctantly accepted) for his parents to stop hunting. Their home that had already felt empty was even more empty now.

It's been almost four years since then. Danny had settled into his role as Ghost King, even when the crown of fire floated over his head then descended to be too big, too much—resting around his neck.

It's... Difficult...

CUT TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE SUMMONING HIM!

Danny Fenton, nineteen and very much overworked from all the paperwork he had to sort through as Ghost King, finds a small tugging to his very being. A summoning he recognized, sighing loudly before he's answer to this visible desperation. Like it was a world ending issue.

And yes, it apparently was when the fabric of reality itself was tearing itself apart for some strange reason. As the ruler of the infinite realms—the king of the very domain that basically glued the multiverse—this was apparently the right call.

Dressed in all of his kingly regalia, Danny felt the crown of fire float up from his neck and burned over his head. His cape, cloak—whatever—was heavy and he blinked, green eyes boring into every soul present. He recognized the fractured soul of the laughing magician—one of his more irksome subjects that avoided taxes like it was the fucking plague. He really should tell Skulker to haunt his grandfather. Maybe even Youngblood would be suitable.

But aside from the laughing magician, his eyes settled upon a familiar soul, a familiar face. Danny blinks again.

Shit... He thought, staring at the masked yet horrified face of his own twin. Robin was nineteen as well by now, older, stronger—redeemed.

In the past, Danny would have cursed Damian to the seven hells and allowed the seven sins to have a bite. But Jazz was blessing. An older sister who made sure to heal him, to let him grow, to let him develop. He's forgiven Damian for his faults. They were children, brainwashed by a mad man. He's not too angry. Resentful and a bit vindictive? That was a given as he technically was the spirit of a murder victim. Of kinslaying.

"Hellblazer." The language spoken by the dead leaves his mouth easily. It can't be understood by the living, and it was barely understood who came back from death. But John Constantine was a different, more difficult case. One hell of a motherfucker that avoided death until the entity itself was ranting to both Clockwork and Danny about his escapes.

And John Constantine recognized his title regardless of the language.

The sad man in a trench coat stiffened, staring at Danny as he stiffly bowed. "High King Phantom." He greets, and attempt at respect. When there was suddenly movement, Constantine was quick to hiss at the others—glaring at Robin who looked ready lunge at them.

Oh, he can't help himself. This was funny. In the words of his own counterpart turned brother—He could make it worse. Jazz was going to nag him, true, but Danny was so. Utterly. BORED. Being Ghost King had a lot of entertainment, like how he got to fight people and basically hang out with people from the past. But it got... Repetitive. Normal Ghosts wouldn't mind with their eternal afterlife, but Danny was still half-alive. He was completely human—just a half dead one.

"Your majesty—" Constantine struggled to explain, "The universe... Do you know why portals have been opening, your majesty? Forgive my impudence but our world has been plagued by portals from different worlds, some even lead to the infinite realm."

"It's not uncommon for natural portals to the realms to open. Many of your dead like to visit." He smirked, "Many like to haunt those who've wronged them."

Constantine gulped, "Your majesty, would you, by any chance, be aware of why these portals are opening?"

Danny sighed. Well, he can't say he wasn't concerned. This was his world too after all, even when now. It was Jazz's world, where she still went to school, it was Sam and Tucker's world. It was his family's world. So yes, he is concerned.

"The portals to the realms are under my jurisdiction. They are natural and open in my places with thick and ambient ectoplasm." Danny drawls, "But these dimensional portals are strange. I'll check in with the Master of Time to see if someone is meddling with reality. It may not even be from your dimension."

He can only shrug at that, remembering how Dan had practically ripped through time with his madness and rage, tearing through the world to ensure his birth.

"I see, thank you for your understanding, your majesty." Constantine nervously says.

"Say, would you like to watch the battle royale for your soul?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused, magician." Danny rolls his eyes, "But you'd certainly enjoy watching people tear each other to shreds for your fucked up soul. I don't understand why people want it so much when the paperwork it comes with is a hell in itself."

"Your majesty," Constantine paled.

"I'm joking. I'll deal with this as quickly as possible." Danny paused, grinning as he made a show of offering his hand to the justice league. "I couldn't possible sit by and allow my beloved's world to crumble. He'd be devastated."

Constantine blinked. Everyone blinked. And then Danny turned to Damian and... Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. At least he seemed to be treating Damian better than Jack did with Danny and Jazz.

"You must have recognized this face, yes?" Danny tilted his head. "You are his family."

"What have you done to my brother?" Robin—Damian immediately growled, like a feral cat as he unsheathed his katanas and aimed for Danny.

"Hm." Danny rolled his eyes, "He's well. Very much taken care of." Because yes, Danny was well fed and taken care of, especially as the Ghost King. "I've taken his form so I assumed you knew of him."

He dismissed Robin long before he could even speak, turning to Constantine once again. "Don't fret too much, John Constantine." The man in question flinched once his name was uttered in the language of the dead he could barely understand. "This will be fixed in a days time. If not, I will send someone to deal with it."

The Ghost King's appearance had been startling when they summoned him. A boy with a striking resemblance to Damian if not for his white hair. A twin? Bruce had sounded devastated at the implications. But Damian? He'd seen the ghost king and felt nauseous, unable to tear his eyes away from the eldritch being that wore his brother's face.

It took a lot of explaining once they were back in the cave. The duel, Danyal's death, the Lazarus taking him and he was never seen again. Everyone was... Well, they were devastated. Yes. Grieving a son and brother they never met. But the Ghost King has been summoned with a face similar to that of their father's, a face that was the exact same one to their brothers. The Ghost King who referred to the dead Danyal as his beloved.

It's the next day when they're back in the watchtower, anxiously waiting for any update. Constantine continues to curse under his breath, shaking his head before a portal rips through reality. Everyone stiffened, preparing for the worst.

A girl appears, a child. She's a spry little thing with glowing green eyes, flaming white hair, and a face that they immediately recognized.

"Sorry that I'm late! Times pretty bendy and we don't really keep up with it." The unknown laughs, "Well, short answer, Phantom has identified the problem and has attempted to apprehend it. Unfortunately, it's been a week on our end and the perp apparently fell into your world."

Time distortion—Constantine had mentioned it. But they stare at the girl who rambled about their supposed target until Batman cleared his throat, seemingly softer on the girl—someone who was visibly a child.

"Young lady, welcome to the Watchtower. Even id the greeting it late." Batman curtly yet gently says. "May I know your name?"

The girl blinked. "Oh! You can call me Specter, princess of the infinite realms! I'm Phantom and Danny's daughter."

It is then that the possibilities processes in their heads.

One. The Ghost King took the form of his beloved, aka the dead twin brother of one Damian Wayne.

Two. Damian's dead twin and Bruce's dead son might be the queen (consort?) of the infinite realms.

Three. Danyal and Phantom had a daughter. Damian and the rest of the Bar kids were uncles and aunts. Bruce was now officially a grandpa.

Damian faints on the spot.

[greenmango-kai]

DC x DP prompt - Dead Joker (yippee)

So Danny ends up in Gotham, typical stuff. Bad reveal? School? Runaway? Ghost king business? Whatever.

But as soon as he steps into the threshold, everything's screaming and wailing and crying because the souls of the dead are so angry and so scared and so sad and everything else dead people feel after an unjust murder for "humour".

Danny, obviously, can't sleep because well who can sleep listening to children sobbing? (There's a faint sound of laughter if he focuses hard enough, it's always there)

And he ends up in Arkham because he's crashing out so hard he might be going insane. But he doesn't know where's worse. Gotham, he has to fend for himself with a chance of bats and being shot/stabbed but he's basically free? Or Arkham, he's got everything given to him... But he has to be poked with needles and is that the fucking Joker surrounded by angry spirits??

Yeah, he thinks the outside is better.

He's going crazy and they won't let him out of the asylum because he's a medical anomaly and he's clearly insane (rude, it's the fucking clown who's driving him up the walls.)

There's an breakout at some point for plot reasons and Danny's running around the facility trying to find an exit because he refuses to spend another second with that failed clown (clowns are supposed to be funny? Why isn't he funny? Why aren't clowns funny anymore?)

Who does he find? The clown he's trying to avoid. Joker goes on his whole monologue about Batman and Jokes and whatever it is the Joker talks about.

Danny is not taking it so he just grabs a gun from the guard that's dead nearby (maybe he already grabbed it because murder is mostly justified when you're trying to escape Arkham?) and he shoots Joker in the neck.

Why? Because I want that guy to suffer Because Danny wasn't thinking, he was running on 3 hours of sleep he had 4 days ago and very little caffeine and ectoplasm.

And suddenly everything is quiet, the crying spirits are quiet -er at least. And Danny feels a huge weight off his shoulders and Danny just curls up into a ball and sleeps.

Chaos ensues. Because if not chaos why chaos shaped?

[novelistwriter]

The "New" Demons Head

DP x DC Prompt

Danny really hates his luck sometimes. He has found himself in the clutches of a Fruitloop that reeks of Ectoplasmic Fast-food and hasn't listened to what the Fruitloop is saying after the first 10 minutes of him talking. He just wanted to go to Gotham after running away from his parents and the GIW when they learned of his Ghost Half and attacked him.

He has taken the mantle of Ghost King, but let's his court handle most things until he's old enough to do them himself. He can't even break free because he's used up a lot of his Ectoplasm to flee Amity, but being near the big pool of Ectoplasm that's smelling so good right now is slowly helping him get his strength back.

The Batfam has learned of some League of Assassins activity that had happened just outside of Gotham's borders. It took some time to learn what the LoA was doing so close to Gotham, and now they need to hurry, as they learned that the LoA had captured an injured boy and most likely someone trying to escape the LoA.

The Batfam had arrived too late, and they learned through Talia that Ra's is planning to put his soul into the boy, as the boy has "The Gift of the Lazarus Pits." Ra's had finished the preparations to transfer his soul into the boy and had started the process before any of them could stop him.

When the Ritual had stopped, they all waited to see if it had worked. Ra's had failed to implant his soul into Danny, as he did not account for the sheer amount of power the boy had, for the boys' power is as vast as space itself, and thus, Ra's Al Ghul had been ended by the soul of the Ghost King. That was Danny's first kill, and it's an unintentional kill because the Fruitloop didn't know what he was messing with. And that's going to haunt (ha!) Danny for a long while.

[nightingale-prompts]

Lazarus What?!

Phantom pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to take in what he was just told.

"Explain it one more time. I need to know if I got this right." He said his frustration mounted.

They were standing at the edge of the Lazarus pit. The Ghost hero had been searching for wells formed from ectoplasm on this planet.

"We-" Superman spoke first.

"YOU SAW A BIG FUCKING POOL OF OTHERWORLDY GOO AND DECIDED TO SWIM IN IT?!" Phantom exploded.

"Well, it does heal and revive people," Flash said hidden behind Wonder Woman.

"Well that makes it perfectly safe and healthy for you doesn't it," Danny said sarcastically. "It's not safe at all! You people are just tossing corpses into this thing and think it's a miracle that people come out alive! This stuff is a waste pit made from the leakage from my realm!"

"Waste? Like as in-" Clark's face gritted in disgust.

"Not like human waste but still waste. Our bodies take in new ectoplasm and the old tainted stuff flows out. Like a fish breaths with it's gills. The old material tends to collect in different spots like a dump of toxic waste. And you people are bathing in the used materials." Phantom explained.

"And why is it so dangerous." Batman finally spoke up after considering the information.

Phantom sighed.

"The reason why the goop is bad is because it's tainted. As in it has remnants of the ghosts that expel it. When you dump the corpse of a freshly dead person in the goop it melds with the person giving them the ability to persist beyond death and linking them back to their soul. That sounds good, but the soul is now infected with the random assortment of attributes of the ghosts that are in the goop. It won't do much to you though. Barely affecting you in any negative way. Now if you keep putting bodies in the goop you create a big problem as the ectoplasm is invected with the freshly dead's issues. If someone evil, vengeful, or unbalanced is put in the waters parts of them will stay behind. Constantly using the ectoplasm will cause someone to go insane as it corrupts them. If someone dies painfully enough, it will also persist in the ecto and create a revenant. Like an avenging super soldier hellbent on revenge so their soul can rest. The ectoplasm will also become less potent over time, and eventually, the only thing that can come out is zombies." Phantom tried his best to spell everything out like everyone present were idiots.

"That explains many things." Batman said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN! ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU ALREADY DID THAT?!" Phantom was turning red now.