#Ancient Sam Manson

[meatenbone]

Is Sam/Undergrowth 'The Green'?

In DC there is a nebulous force that connects and animates all plant life across all worlds and galaxies (afaik) known only as The Green; the Swamp Thing is connected to it. It was made by ancient elementals, which sounds a lot like the Ancient of Nature in DP.

Lately I've been wondering what purpose the Ancients even fulfill so this works. What if Sam, as part of Ghost King Danny's court, took over Undergrowth's position as Ancient of Nature.

[enderlovescake]

Dash narrows his eyes. He's floating right next to Danny's head.

"What?" Dash holds his hands out plans up with a look of disbelief.

"The." Danny looks annoyed.

"Fuck?" Sam is floating on the other side of Danny's head. Two people where floating in front of Danny while another stayed on the ground.

"Uh. We come in piece?" The one with a stylized s on his chest says. Confusion and wearyness are telegraphed from the man.

"No fucking shit. Who are you?" Sam says. Danny tilts his head.

"I'm Superman, this is Wonder Woman and the man down there is Batman. We are heros!" One of Danny's ears flick as Dash floats closer to him.

"I'm Phantom. Ancient of Space and King of the infinite realms." Danny says. His cloak shifting slightly as he sits up straighter. "Sorry for the unannounced reappearance. About 30 years ago our whole town was yanked into the infinite realms. As of recently I was able to bring the land back out. It didn't feel right to leave a huge crater in the ground."

Most buildings were gone along with the people who lived in them. It was a smaller community than the start. Moving to different areas in the Realms.

"I do hope we can get along. We've missed the sun."

[blackpensils]

More Ghost King Danny sketches feat the rest of the fam. I just really love idea of a domestic royal family.

[invis-o-william]

Day 7: Mind Control

With a start, Tucker woke up, the memory of sand and pyramids fresh in his mind. After looking around his darkened room for a moment, he sighed and settled back into his pillow.

Ever since his encounter with the staff of Duul Aman, he kept having odd dreams. Of Egypt, ancient temples, and strange foreign words he could almost decipher but kept escaping his grasp.

Turning, Tucker looked at his bedside clock. It was 3:35 A.M. and there was no way he would be able to fall asleep again after his dream. He knew from experience that if he did the dreams would only grow in intensity. So instead he flicked on the light and grabbed his PDA from its stand.

He opened its journal app, and after tapping for a new entry began typing out what he could remember from his dream. It wasn’t much this time; a river boat on the Nile, an image of the Great Pyramids, and a few odd hieroglyphs, but nevertheless he recorded all he could. The journal was full of these dream entries. Sometimes Tucker could manage to decipher the hieroglyphs he saw in his dreams, but most of the time there were too few to gain any real meaning from them.

From what he could learn though, most of them were from spells. Spells reserved for only the highest priests to perform, often in secret. Spells that Tucker couldn’t help but wonder if he could use. He had used ancient Egyptian magic before hadn’t he? While it had been when his mind was in the grips of Duul Aman, it was still his body, his abilities. But he was still nervous to try. To do so would mean using the staff, letting its power course through him again, and Tucker wasn’t sure he could handle it.

He had long accepted that he was somehow the reincarnation of Duul Aman, living once more in the modern age. While that was true though, he also wasn’t Duul Aman anymore. He wasn’t a tyrant bent on power and immortality through any means, and he valued his family and friends more than anything else. What bothered him though was that version of himself still existed, at least within the staff.

Whenever he held it, it was hard not to lose his mind to the power that it contained. The staff would so easily overtake him and make him into the man he didn’t ever want to be that he was nervous to go near it.

If these dreams kept up though, he might just have to try. They were growing in frequency and intensity and Tucker desperately wanted to understand what they meant. Mulling it over in his mind, he sent a text out in his group chat with Danny and Sam which was appropriately titled “Boo Buddies” before beginning his research on the hieroglyphs from this night's dream.

. . .

The next morning at school he ran into Sam first, which was typical. Danny usually either ran into a minor ghost on the way to school, or was otherwise held up by his parents’ insane inventions.

“What did you mean by past life dreams Tuck? And in the middle of the night?” she asked straight to the point. Tucker sighed, he had been hoping she would at least wait for Danny to get there.

“Well, it's Duul Aman. Ever since the whole staff thing I keep getting dreams about him, and I want to try something." He kept his wording intentionally vague, half worried about her response and half worried about getting to class on time. “I’ll tell both you guys more about it at lunch, we should get to class.”

Sam narrowed her eyes at him, but followed to homeroom regardless as she saw Danny rounding the corner.

. . .

“You want to try what?!” Danny’s yell was swallowed by the cacophony of sound produced by the cafeteria.

“Keep it down will ya?” Tucker hushed him, “It’s not that big of a deal!”

Danny ran a hand through his hair, “Not a big deal? Tucker we’re talking about messing with Duul Aman’s powers. You know, the guy who kinda turned you into a megalomaniac for a bit? I’d say that’s pretty big.”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know, I think it might be worth a shot.”

Tucker huffed a laugh. Of course, leave it to the goth to be interested in spells.

“But what if he takes over Tucker’s mind again and goes all Pharaoh-ey!” Danny said, waving his hand in a mimicry of Tucker using the staff.

“That’s why you guys will be staying with me.” Tucker swallowed, “Just in case I can’t fight it off, I want you guys to knock me out before I start going nuts.”

Danny looked at Sam for help, but she shut him down.

“You know if we don’t help he’ll just end up trying it by himself.” she said, and Danny couldn’t help but agree that she had a point there.

“Fine,” he sighed, “but I still think this is a bad idea.”

. . .

They met that night in Jackson Park by the treeline, Sam and Tucker on foot and Danny in ghost form with the staff. Ever since the Duul Aman incident he had kept it stored in the Ghost Zone with Pandora since she seemed the type to know how to care for ancient cursed artifacts.

“Ok,” said Tucker, rubbing his hands together nervously. “Did you bring a book Sam?”

Sam replied by pulling out a black leather-bound journal from her coat.

“Good, good. Ok so now I just need…the staff.” he looked hesitantly at the scarab topped staff in Danny’s hand.

“Uh, what spells exactly are you going to try? Just in case something goes wrong.” Danny asked, well aware of how the staff thrummed with power when Tucker looked at it.

“Right, um well, first I’m going to try a book protection spell that I found. I figure that should be pretty safe. And then, uh, there’s this one spell that’s for ‘opening up the west’. I think that one is to make a temporary portal to the afterlife, so like, it'll lead to the Ghost Zone? At least that’s if I read everything right.” Tucker’s nerves were really starting to get to him, but he had to try to do this and see if he was right. See if he could actually do it.

“I figure if I can make a portal then I could use it to help you when you’re fighting ghosts?” he asked.

Danny considered this for a moment. “The first one, yeah I can understand. The Ghost Zone though? I don’t know, there’s a lot of things that could go wrong there.”

“Which is why you’re here just in case!” Tucker said with as confident a smile he could muster. “Just, let’s try the first one and go from there.” he reached his hand out for the staff which Danny reluctantly handed over.

As soon as it was in his hand Tucker felt a wave of energy wash over him. That was okay though, he was prepared for it this time. Pushing back mentally against the power he cleared his mind and reached for his PDA. “See, I’m alright. Now Sam, we should probably have the book on the ground. Just in case.”

Sam nodded, “Right. Be careful with it, that’s my favorite copy of Dracula.” and laid the book carefully on the grass.

Tucker breathed deeply, feeling the staff’s power flow through him, pulled up the ancient text from his phone, and began reciting the words.

As he read, Danny and Sam exchanged a look. Tucker’s eyes had begun to glow golden but neither wanted to break his concentration by noting it aloud. Soon though that disappeared as he finished the incantation.

“Ok then,” Tucker said shakily, “that was manageable. Also, I think it worked. Danny, you should try and open it.”

Danny nodded and bent down to pick up the book. It seemed normal to him, however when he went to open it the thing felt like it had been glued shut. Raising his eyebrows he handed it over to Sam who was able to easily open the cover.

Tucker smiled, “Cool right, now only Sam should be able to actually open it!”

Danny had to agree that it was pretty impressive, and something he might think about using for his journal of ghost attacks as well. While he had hidden it in his wall for safekeeping from his parents he still wanted some extra security, just in case.

“Do you think you’re okay to try the next one? It’s okay if you need a break.” Sam said, both awe and concern evident in her voice.

Tucker thought about it for a moment. While it was exhausting trying to hold the power back from overwhelming him, he also couldn’t resist seeing what else he could do with this power. “I’m going to give the portal a try.” he said, and before Danny could protest he began the incantation.

Danny was more apprehensive about this spell. The book one was cool and pretty useful, but conjuring a portal to the Ghost Zone? That seemed like a huge leap forward for Tucker. But he wanted to be a good friend and trust in his abilities, so he watched as his friend started the next spell.

Tucker felt confident. He could do this, the first spell was a success and he was sure this one would be as well. As he spoke the ancient words he felt the power emanating from the staff increase, and as it washed over him he felt his mind slip to the power of Duul Aman.

Well, at least he had his friends there to stop him from creating another sphinx.

[sailor-toni]

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"Nocturne is one of the Ancients who sealed away Pariah Dark, but he doesn’t remember who the others were. His memories didn’t fade with time; they were taken. How did this happen and why?" - Prompt from Hollyflash for the Phic Phight. Updated 2021 The future Ghost King Danny Phantom is hiding from his duties in Ghostwriter's library when they discover a trail of memories that reveal a dark secret from the past.

Chapter 1: All Hail the new King

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If another person called him “Your Highness” Danny was going to flip the fuck out. Your Highness this, Your Highness that, Your Highness take this! It was going to drive him up the wall and into the goddamn moon. The worst of all was the Knight of darkness, ruler of Halloween, and former loyal Pariah apologist, Fright Knight. 

Everywhere he went, Fright Knight was there! In his homeroom, in his locker, even in his bathroom, handing him toilet paper. There were only a few times Danny was thankful that everyone knew his identity, he couldn’t even think of a way to lie to his parents about why he was screaming at an undead knight to get out of his bathroom at five in the morning, or why said Knight had cleaned his bedroom, and laid out his freshly ironed clothes for the day.

And now Danny, Tucker, and Sam were hiding in the one place the Lord of the Night would never look for them. The Ghostwriter’s library. A dusty building full of deep violet book shelves that spans far past what the exterior of the building would suggest. The years of dust and ectoplasm was leaking from the books and onto their clothes. Staining their boots as they pushed piles of tomes back on to the failing bookshelves. 

“Be careful! Those are ectoplasmic memories from the library of Alexander! If you press them too hard they will completely fade away!” Ghostwriter cried, pushing books into new makeshift piles.

“An ectoplasmic what?” asked Danny.

“Did you say those are from the library of Alexander?!” Tucker and Sam reached for the fading books.

“They are not from the library of Alexander, they are memories of the library of alexander. Just like humans and animals, items and even places with deep pain can manifest as ectoplasmic memories or after images. But unless the pain is cumbersome, the items or places only exist as a faded version of themselves. And LET GO!” he said, pulling the scroll from Sam’s hands, before gently blowing the dust off the scroll’s translucent body. 

“That’s amazing! Do you know how much lost information is in that?” Tucker said.

“ Do I know how much ? OF COURSE I KNOW! That is why I asked you to not touch it!” Ghostwriter said, shoving the scroll deep into his jacket.

 “Why do you even have that? How did you even get it?” Sam asked. 

“The Ghost Zone is a reflection of the human world. So when a person dies a most tragic and hopeless death, the reflection of their suffering gains a new miserable life in this neon green hellscape. The same thing happens to objects and even places. Once in a while the ghost zone may become a reflection of itself, though I’ve personally never seen it.” 

“What do you mean a reflection of itself? Can’t it go both ways?” 

“Can you reflect a mirror?” 

“What?” 

“Can you reflect a mirror?” Ghostwriter repeated the question but the three teenagers looked at him with blank faces. “If you stand in front of a mirror it will give you your reflection, but does it work the opposite way? Can you, a human, give a mirror its reflection?” 

“No people aren’t mirrors. Our skin is pretty solid.” Tucker said. 

“Exactly. Humans and the human world cannot give any reflections, therefore when tragedy and misery strikes in the Ghost Zone, it is like a mirror is held up to another mirror. The two reflections repeat the image over and over again until it runs out of energy. At least according to the theories I read. Most of these events don’t last more than a hundred years before they fade out.” 

“Wait, you said in theory, does that mean no one has seen one before?” Sam asked.

“That just means no one who has seen it has written them down. There are stories of ghosts seeing them, and even a stupid legend about one in the library. But I’ve never seen it.” The last part came out of his mouth like a teenager complaining about their ten o’clock curfew. “But you three are more than welcome to go exploring and find this double reflection. And leave me and my work alone.” 

“What was that last part?” Tucker said. 

“You three are free to go exploring around the library to your little heart's content.” 

“No what you said after that.” 

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything. But make sure no damage comes to my library. You might be the future king but I will not hesitate to call that dimwitted knight oliver to collect you.” Danny rolled his eyes at the treat. 

“Yeah, yeah we will make sure not to burn the place down.” Danny said. 

    As the three began to make their way down the library bookshelves, Ghostwriter disappeared into a nearby room and slammed the door shut. The twisting of the lock echoed through the quiet building. 

“Man that guy is rude.” Tucker was the first to break the silence. “Especially to the future King of the ghost zone.” 

“I know, tell me about it.” Danny said. “He should be treating the new king with a little bit more respect!” 

“Well, technically you’re not King yet. You're just a prince right now. You’re not even 18 yet.'' Sam said. 

“Yeah but Danny is almost King, and that should count for something.” Tucker said. 

“You would think but half of the Ghost Zone still treats me like I’m a kid. I’m sixteen for Christ sake!” 

‘Maybe they don’t believe you are the next king. Or maybe they don’t want a king?” Sam pondered. 

“Well if I was going to be the next king, Danny and Sam gave their friend wary looks. The school still remembered the short reign of King Tuck. “I would show them whose boss! No king can let his subjects walk all over him, that's why you have to know them down sometimes.” 

“Um Tucker? If Danny does that he would be just as bad as Pariah Dark.” 

“No Sam, I’m not saying Danny should torture or try to kill the ghost. Just ruff them up a little. Send the guards to their house, throw them in prison. People have to fear their rulers a little bit,” 

“I can’t believe you! People shouldn't have to fear their rulers! Actually if you ask me,” Nobody had. “There shouldn’t be any rulers at all! The existence of a ruler means there has to be someone below them and no human or ghost is lower than any other human or ghost! Plus the Ghost zone hasn’t even had a king for the last 300 or something years? And everything looks okay.” 

“Oh okay so you think anarchy is the best way to go? To let weaker ghost get stomp down on by the strong? Let crazy people like Walker stomp around the place setting up their own barbaric laws?” Tucker began to raise his voice. 

“Not again,” Danny groaned.

“No, I am against what Walker does, and anarchy isn’t the solution either! The ghost should come together and form a collective! That way they can decide the rules for themselves amongst themselves. That way nobody is left behind or is forgotten about.” 

“Sam,” Tucker said.

“Yes?” 

“That is communism”

“Exactly! Communism is the only ethical system of government! Down with the old class systems and usher in a new age of equality between the workers! I mean ghosts!” 

“Yes, yes we get it Sam you read Carl Marx once,” Danny sighed. 

“No Danny, think about it! Think! This is the perfect moment to establish a communist system in the ghost world! You can establish it using the power granted to you, then you can distribute it among the other ghosts, bringing them up to equal standing with the king! But there will no longer be a king, just another comrade! Plus you can get rid of Walker’s unfair prison system and free all the innocent ghosts who just wanted to see the human world again!” Sam ranted. 

“That … sounds almost perfect Sam, but let me ask you this? What happens if another ghost like Pariah Dark comes around and tries to take over?” Danny asked. 

“If all the ghosts in the ghost world have banded together to bring peace and order, they can also band together to take down any threat that comes along the way! One ghost cannot defeat a hundred ghosts.” 

“One issue Sam,” Tucker smirked. “The first time Pariah Dark rose to power no one could stop him, and it took a bunch of the most powerful ghost in existence to band together and put him in a coffin,” 

“A sarcophagus.” Sam said.

“What?” 

“He was sealed in a sarcophagus, not a coffin.” 

“Sarcophagus, coffin, whatever. He was sealed away in a fancy death box by some of the most powerful ghosts to ever exist and then Danny came in a mech suit and did it again!” 

“If Danny can do it in a mech suit (no offense Danny,) then a hundred ghosts in a hundred mech suits can do ten times as fast!” 

Danny ran his hands through his hair. This argument had been on repeat, going on and on, till Danny put a stop to it. It started with Fright Knight ramming his horse into the side of Sam’s house to announce Danny would be the next ghost king, and talks about communist revolution and whatever Tucker was saying; had become an almost daily ritual. If Vlad suddenly appeared and began to smash Danny’s head against the wall that would ALMOST be better than hearing this.

In the center of Danny back became hot and stingy, like there was a pair of lasers that had drilled themselves towards his core. Giving in, Danny slowly turned his head to see Ghostwriter peeking out from the end of the hallway. His eyes had turned a violent hue of blood red. His lips mouthing the words, “ You are too loud” . He exaggerated his lips to display a set of secondary fangs, hiding under his green gum line. Danny spun his body around like a top. Placing hands on his friend's back he gave a quick, “Hey let's do this somewhere else!” Before dragging his friends further into the deep hues of the library. The trio passed by bookshelves and glowing cobwebs of all shape and size until Danny was satisfied with the distance. 

“Yo, where are we?” Tucker asked. 

Around them the books had turned into leather covered tomes. The florescent lights above had shrunk and slimmed into metal hands holding lit blue candles that lined the wall. Around the flames hung painted portraits of those long forgotten; a woman with red boiling flame hair, a man with crystal hair and a ticking eye, and a boy with clothes as deep as the night sky stars above them, into a painted green ceiling. The green painted swirls warped around each other as the old labels hung around the castles painted upon green clouds. “The Dark Kingdom” and “The Kingdom of Dragons” were the first places that caught his eye. Sam touched one of the books, only for layers upon layers of multi-colored dust to blow into her face. 

“Fuck! How old is this place? And when was the last time they cleaned? The ice age!?” Her words were punctuated by coughs.  

“I don’t know,” Danny said, his eyes trailing along the shelves. Some of these books weren’t in English, nor did they look like any modern language. He ran his finger down one of the spines and tried to pronounce the ghost speak written on its surface, but it came out like malformed garbles. It didn’t make any sense to him, a horse on the sun? No, maybe it said horse with sun legs? That didn’t make sense either but his tongue was getting tongue tied trying to figure out what it said. 

“Where did Ghostwriter even find this stuff?” Sam shoved the book back into its spot, the dust had now turned her black clothes green and blue. 

“I don’t think he did,” Tucker said. “Look at the ceiling, see how it says Land of Ice? If you compare it to our map it is only a few miles from the Far Frozen?” 

“And what does that mean?” Danny said. 

“Well if you look at how old everything is and compare the two maps, the only thing it can be is a map of the ghost zone!” 

“But that can’t be because there is only one map of the ghost zone, and that is the infinity map.” Sam said. 

“The infinity map changes to reflect the ghost zone, but look this one isn’t moving at all. It looks like someone tried to make a normal map of the Ghost Zone.” 

“That means Kingdom of Dark is-” Danny started.

“That has to be Pariah’s old kingdom!” Tucker finished. “Wow! That must have been huge! Compare it to our map. It would've covered almost everything we know. Look! It covers Walker’s prison, Skulker’s Swamp, this Library, and even the Far Frozen!” Tucker held his map above him, his eyes switching between the two. 

“The Far Frozen? Does that mean he used to rule over it?” Sam said. 

“Yeah, whenever this was painted, Pariah Dark must have ruled over the Far Frozen. That probably explains why they don’t like him too much.” Danny said. 

“Well even if he didn’t rule over them, I don’t think they would’ve liked him anyways. It doesn't seem like the old king had many friends.” Sam said. 

“My Dad once said that the loneliest place is at the top,” Tucker said. 

“Your Dad also says that nothing is better than bacon. Not even sex,” Sam said. 

“He’s not wrong!” Tucker laughed. 

Danny was silent, he looked above to the map with his lips pressed together in a grimace. He imagined himself on the throne in Pariah’s keep, the crown and armor hung loosely around his body, its clangs and clanks resounding around the empty room. He was there alone. He floated to the ceiling and examined the map in greater detail. His friends called out for him but he waved them off. 

His hands grazed the old paint as names of places that no longer existed silently let him pass them by. The map was larger than it looked on the ground. Every nameplate was twice the size of his torso and painted in gold. It was an impressive piece of art, or propaganda. His hand ran over something cold, but not ice cold. It was more of a hollow cold, as if the warmth had been sucked out of it by a machine. Grasping the object he yanked it out of the ceiling, leaving a small hole next to the “Nightmare estate” plate. The object was a glass ball filled with black inky goo with white sparkling dots. Around the center of the ball was a gold band lined with rubies, engraved on the gold was a phrase similar to the old ghost speak he saw before. Mouthing out the mouths he read “left of the eye of star” he considered it more gibberish. 

“Hey guys,” He called out. “Look at this!” Floating down the ball slipped from his hands and crashed on the old wooden floor. “Fuck!” 

“Jesus Danny, are you trying to kill us?” Tucker jested. 

“No I was just-” 

“Hey guys!” Sam yelled. She pointed to the broken ball, the ink was rising. Its black body rose in the air like a bubbling volcano spurting ink everywhere before exploding and surrounding the three in darkness. 

The white sparkling dots began to glow brighter and brighter, till they were bleeding. Then they began to spin around them. The white light formed new solid bookshelves and wooden floors. Ghost flew around them pulling paint buckets to and from the center. They all looked like they had come from a renaissance fair with their loose and colorful clothing, splattered with water and paint. The sounds of construction rose in volume until the scene was complete, it was the library, but the cobwebs were nowhere in sight. 

“Woah! What happened?” 

“Danny what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, hey watch-” A ghost flew through him, not phased but flew through, as if he was air. “This is weird.”

“It’s like we're not even here,” Sam said, running her fingers through a pile of paint buckets. 

“Maybe it's the other way around. Look everyone is all blurry and faded at the edges.” Tucker was right, each ghost and object around them was blurry at the seams. It was like everything had jumped out of an out of focus picture. 

“Danny! Behind you!” Sam yelled. Behind him was a tall pale figure with curled purple ram horn on top of his head, and a coat made out of the night sky itself hung around his exaggerated arms, pooling like ink around his feet. “It’s Nocturne!”  Instant took its chance and Danny shot several bright green blasts at Nocturne. But, like the figures around him they passed through him. Nocturne strolled past them with a sly smile painted on his face. His height put him at least three heads above everyone in the room. The sounds of work grew in volume as Nocturne passed the other blurry figures, their faces pointed towards the ground and away from the dark tower wandering about. 

“What is he doing here?” Tucker asked.

“I don’t know.” Danny replied. They watched as this new blurry Nocturne made his way up a nearby stairwell and into a side room. “But he can’t be up to any good. Let’s follow him

[jadenoryuu]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Frostbite Characters: Danny Fenton, Frostbite (Danny Phantom), Penelope Spectra, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Dash Baxter, Valerie Gray, Undergrowth (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: Emotional Ghost Hunger, Empathy, Empath Danny, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Danny, Starvation, Frostdad, Adoption, Foster Parent Frostbite, Fenton's B- parenting, they're trying tho, Jack Fenton has ADHD, Identity Reveal, no beta we die like danny, Phic Phight (Danny Phantom), Phic Phight: Team Ghost (Danny Phantom), Phic Phight 2023

Chapter Title: A Call from the Other Side

Chaper 2 @phicphight ! I almost made it! ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ

@astatia-ghast for this chapter we're adding one of @majorastudios's prompt, hopefully they'll like it!

Now I'm off trying to write down chapter 3 in three hours, wish me strenght!

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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 4

Author note: had DnD last night so this is shorter than I planned. Hope people are liking this strange story.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The three kids laughed, drank, and talked until the boats began to dwindle and the lights in the city grew dim. Even Sa’ma lantern began flickering. 

“I think I need to go back,” Daa ni said, glancing down at the city. He hadn’t realized that at this distance he wouldn’t be able to hear the hourly bells. Even so, the moon was high enough to let him know it was late. 

Sa’ma was already bundling up her things. She carefully poured Daa ni’s untouched wine back into the jug and crushed the clay cups under her feet.

“The night watch will be up soon anyway. Shall we go?”

Daa ni and Tuk Ur nodded.

They headed down the hill with little difficulty. The moon was high now and its pale light, though only half, gave them enough light to see the shades of the road. What started as an eerie silence now felt familiar. and in it, Daa ni could make out the light rustling of small critters. Feral cats in particular roamed the wild bushlands around the city, their black eyes glowing in the passing light. 

As they walked, the three chatted about the politics around the royal court, rumors of illicit love affairs, and of course Paal Ina and her latest breakup.

“I don’t see how you see anything good in her,” Sa’ma scoffed.

“One, she’s pretty. Two, she’s pretty. Three, she’s pretty,” Tuk Ur said, counting out his fingers.

“So what? I’m pretty and you don’t see me acting like a snake,” Sa’ma retorted.

“Yeah, but she isn’t trying to become a priest of Osiris either,” Daa ni responded.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Daa ni rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to argue with Sa’ma. She could be incredibly stubborn sometimes. 

“Wait a minute–” Tuk Ur stopped, turning his head to the side. Daa Ni and Sa’ma stopped confused, but not for long as they too heard the sound. It was high pitch howl of a jackal, not too far and moving close. Another howl joined from behind and then another and another, until all around were the squeals and yaps of a jackal pack.

“Shit,” Daa ni said. He gestured for the other two to stay in place, unsure if running would be a good option with the animals so close. He had never been this close to the beasts though he had heard their howls a hundred times over in the night and seen some of the carcasses they leave in the day. He didn’t think they attacked humans, but of course, there was a first for everything. 

“This would be so cool if this wasn’t so terrifying,” Sa’ma whispered.

“Nope, this is just terrifying!” Tuk Ur said. 

Daa ni put a protective arm in front of his friends and pulled out a small knife he kept sheathed in the folds of his skirt. It was small and largely ceremonial but it was better than nothing. As the jackal came to the edges of Sa’ma’s lamp, Daa ni noticed there was something strange with the beasts. Their eyes shone red while the rest of their fur was black, and the way they moved was oddly formless, as though they were boneless. They smashed and collided with each other, flattening like two waves in the river. The three took a step back as the jackals dissolved and then billowed into one large jackal beast. The three were frozen as the beast looked down on them with his large red eye.

“Better hurry home children,” the jackal howled, “the Lord is looking to feast tonight.” A deep guttural laughter erupted from its belly and before anyone could say anything, all three kids were racing down the mountain as fast as they could.

Part 5

[fanaroff]

Dean and Sam could only stare with wide eyed surprise as the kid they’d been trying to calm suddenly disappeared into the floor with his buddies. Or what were assumed to be his buddies. Dean gaped before his brain caught up with him and he twisted towards Cas.

“Was that the thing that did this?” He asked gruffly, wondering if he just let a potential… something get away.

Cas himself stared at the spot on the floor before seeming to follow something invisible with his eyes. He looked perturbed. “No. That was a protector spirit, though I’m unsure how he has a physical body like that without possession. He would have been investigating what happened, just as we are.”

“And your mojo scared him away?”

“I assume so. Doubtless he’s never come across an angel before. He could see my true form.”

Cas stepped over the viscera and began to head through the hallways of the school without another word.

“Cas, wait up! What do you mean protector spirit?” Ever wanting to know more, Sam broke into a light jog to catch up before slowing into step with the angel, Dean trailing behind. “That kid isn’t a type we’ve ever come across.”

“I don’t know what type.” Cas stated. “I don’t know if he is a type. There’s something strange with him. I want to speak with him.”

“Woah, woah slow down.” Dean finally broke between the two and stopped in front of Cas, holding a hand out. “Your mojo just scared the shit out of him. I don’t think he’d react well to you chasing after him.”

“Probably not,” Cas said, somewhat unbothered. “But I must talk to him anyways. I can’t tell what kind he is, but he has been around gods and feels well on his way to becoming one.”

cant stop thinking about spn x danny phantom crossover

Danny seeing cas's true form inspired by this post

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: It’s not the usual suspects trying to summon the undead this time, and it’s proving to be a massive headache for John Constantine. They seem...Competent. 

When John sniffed out a new plot to summon a ghost, he kind of laughed it off. Ghosts were not more than shades of the people/creatures they used to be, without all the right resources and enough buy in from the greater spirits of the Infinite Realms, most entities that came thought might scare some kids at a slumber party but that was at most. Plus, kids were scary resilient these days thanks to the internet, so really, John’s not worried. 

Then he hears about the gathering of artifacts and he has to care a little more. He learns that one Jasmine Fenton is involved and he’s... Surprised. She’s got a public record of dismissing her parent’s inventions and causing stirs at supernatural conventions (not to mention a great reputation as a research focused psychologist). Jasmine’s credit cards report a great deal of cash (refunded to her account by an unknown off-shore account) being taken out and her location is right next to the last place anyone could find a shard of the Crown. 

Yeah, that Crown. The Infinite, ancient blessed and deity cursed one. John had meant to get around to investigating if the shard of obsidian (fire forged) was legit, so he begins to set his sights on Jasmine for a ‘chat’. 

Then Sam Manson, a scary ass Heiress, pulls up in a limousine and all but kidnaps him and dumps him outside city limits. She tells him that he’s been cursed for the next 48 hours to stay out of their city- If he comes close, any plant will identify him in a heartbeat and come to life to kill him. (Fun fact: there are a goddamn lot of plants surrounding this stupid town, even the dandelions are forging knives to kill him.)

THEN worse, Red Robin gets on his ass about cybersecurity of all things. Turns out another player, identified by the moniker TooFineTooFurious has been tracking John’s phone and has been rummaging around official JLD documents- How was John supposed to know that keeping his passwords on the notes app could be hackable? Red Robin declares him incompetent and John can only sigh, crush his phone and move on. 

That all leads him to the summoning portal in front of him in this weird ghost themed high school gymnasium. It’s far too competent. It gives him goosebumps even before he can read out that they’re summoning the King of the Infinite Realms himself. John clicks the panic alarm on his JL communicator before engaging with the Trio before him. 

They’re not wearing any capes, no candles are lit, but this is the scariest cult he’s ever seen. Jasmine Fenton, ghost denier, Sam Manson, Heiress and Plant Witch (?), Some other dude with a beret and fucking DRONES (he considers this might be the man who hacked him). John pleads with them, they don’t know what they’re trying to do. Pariah Dark will kill them all, eat their entire planet for breakfast!! Everyone rolls their eyerolls at him, and he’s taken aback by their nonchalance. 

Plant guards grab him and a drone has a laser sight on his forehead. He fights but is subdued- They’re almost done chanting when Superman, Green Lantern, Red Robin and Cyborg all appear. Despite their disruption- the chanting ends with the green illumination of the circle. Despair fills the air. 

And then- Poof- a groaning young man appears. 

“Dudes you have no idea how unhelpful the Infi-map is sometimes. I was lost for like weeks and CW was being such a bitch ab- What. Wait, who are all- Holy shit did you guys summon the Justice League?” The Ghost King in full Regalia stared back at them in questioning concern. The three summoners start bitching  at the monarch and John... isn’t sure if this is going to be an interdimensional incident yet. 

[ghostbsuter]

He smoothly slides next to Steph, acting nonchalant in a way she knows he's forcing himself to appear.

"So," the guy starts and steph hope of not being hit on at the gala burns away.

"You single?"

She sighs, groaning inside, imagine herself whacking the cute guy.

"Not interested." At her dismissal, he blinks owlishly. In that moment, Cass swings by, taking her side.

"Oh!" The boy chokes. "Ancients no– not for me," he coughes, and steph doesn't know if she should be offended.

"I'm asking for her." He points across the ballroom, and steph meets the coolest looking gal (beside her and cass) and sees her flush, hiding behind her glass.

Oh she's adorable.

"I'm danny by the way," the guy— Danny introduces, "that over there is Sam, Samantha Delphinium Manson, call her Sam tho."

He grins when she turns to look at him, interest peaked.

"Saw her looking at you and knew i had to wingman," At his words, she gives a matching grin.

"Stephanie Brown, I go by steph." They shake hands. It somehow feels like they'd just agreed to some shady business.

"Mind giving me pointers before I woo your bestie?"

"Ask about plants and animals. You will quickly learn of her passionate work."

Tugging at her arm, Cass leans to her, wishing her a quick good luck.

They hold a silent conversation with Danny looking at his shoes, as much as steph would love to woo someone, she wouldn't leave without making sure cass would be okay.

Cass only shoo's her away, and Steph takes that and does.

Time to let her charm go wild.

[puppetmaster13u]

Well, seeing as the crashing in story has won this vote, that is the one I shall be working on. So while waiting have their designs. Though I am also open to ideas for the phantom family's familiars (definitely not babysitters)

Danny

Jordan

Ellie

Jazz

Sam

Tucker

Valerie

Jason

Which DCxDPxFlight Rising oneshot (might become more) would you be interested in? (Note: I am already working on all of these I am just trying to figure out which one to focus more on lol)

[grimdarling69]

Ghosting Gone Backwards

"No. No, i can not go back." Damian spoke her voice echoey and distant, but her body was etched in drooping vines. She would not stand for this. She did not sacrifice years of a life she could have been living with her family, to be the Ghost Queen, wife to the High King of the Infinate Realms, Phantom Dark (her Danny) and mother of their children, Dante and Ellie just to run back to them with her tail between her legs. Because what? The Observants don't believe they are doing a good enough job? That they are to focused on their children and friends to run a kingdom? The Realms were doing fine before them and can wait just a little for them to raise their young children. But of course not, and now Clockwork wanted to send her and their children away.

She glanced at Danny. She couldn't bear it any longer, and her glowing purple eyes started to water. Her husband, since he had asked her to join him in the Infinte Realms in a borrowed dream. He needed her to save their children since he had fully died and was no longer the halfa he once was, but she was well on her way to becoming one. A starving and raging one at that. She would have died, or worse had he not taken her to Frostbite. She did not regret rushing her healing and straining herself to have the children at different times and being forced to marry Danny because those stupid eyeballs couldn't fathom losing their last bit of control.

She loved Danny if course, had since she was still Sam Manson, but she would have preferred not to marry at thirteen years old and the ghost equivalent to pregnancey with Dante, after a incident, both then and three years later she needed to have Ellie because of Vlads incompetence and stupidity.

And now here she is on the eve of her eighteenth birthday being told that she was being forced to go home to a family that she left behind for another.

To her Father. To Richard, her older brother, but always acted more like a father than a brother. To Alfred and his endless food. To Jason and his cruel jokes but soft voice that read stories to him from a very young age. To Cassandra, whom she respected heavily and found commederie with. To Timothy, a boy she once tried to murder many times but somewhere along the way they found family. To Stephanie and her laughter, her easy disposition that could lower his guard. To Duke and his bright way of always lighting up their darkness, litterly.

How could she return to them? Even if she did go back... what would they say? Would they believe her? Vansished mysteriously a boy and just as sudden reappeared a young woman with a barely five and almost two year old. The scandal!...she can hear her siblings laughing voices, exclaiming the word. Her baby girl, her sleepy little flower, with her little fingers intertwined with the vines that seemed to sprout from all over. They usually have flowers freshly and beautifully bloomed.

" Dame... I do not wish for you three to leave me either, but it is dangerous here for you. You three are the most vulnerable out of everyone here." Danny spoke, his worry and concern displayed in the swarming colors in his eyes. Yes, she knew how much they meant to him but she still hated it when he acted like she was all that much weaker than him just because she was only a halfa and an ancient still in the making. She never looked down upon him when he was in her spot, but she supposed she wasn't that powerful in either of her lives compared to her husband. She was once a Robin, weilding a katana and bringing justice to her father's streets, but she left that life behind.

He swiped a tear off her cheek and leaned his head in, resting on her forehead. She closed her eyes and she knew he was dog the same.

" I love you more than anything, Dami. You always supported me before, and I need to know you three are safe... even if it's away from me." He spoke without moving. He didn't breathe, but she did.

For her children... she would do anything even return to her old life.

She didn't need to speak for him to know her decision and simply kissed her and removed his sons laced fingers to place them in hers. She smiled softly at her sleepy little boy. He would have started kindergarten with Frostbite and the other neverborns this year. He smiled at her, but his eyes were clouded with fuzz.

"Your family can't see you like this." She hadn't detransformed in close to two years now. She had never felt the need to, being surrounded by things she needed to be a ghost for. Her children were still in their human forms, too young to have the ectoplasm to support their forms. She herself at one point was too deprived of ectoplasm as well. It was simply better for them both to be human before, and it was good they were still human if she were to go home with them like... she didn't know what would happen.

She breathed a deep breath that seemed to shake her lungs. Light emerged from her middle, and it stalled for a few seconds before spreading across her body. The vines disappeared, and her dress shifted into the clothes she recalled wearing at some point when pregnant with Ellie. They were comfortable so she wouldn't complain. For a second, everything seemed fine, then she tilted forward black toeing her vision.

"Danny..."

"I've got you."

She gained her balance after a while, and Danny, with eyes that watched like a hawk to make sure she's recovered. At some point, Wulf came and opened a portal to the place she described on the outskirts of Bristol. It would be in the woods, but close enough, she would have to walk for than a mile or so to the Wayne Manor front gate.

"Goodbye, Dante, Ellie, my lovely Dame." He spoke in a singsong voice, but she could tell it was a last resort to stop himself from breaking down into tears and begging her to stay. He couldn't do that because they both knew would stay.

"Goodbye, beloved."She spoke, backing slowly into the portal, still carrying hope he'd change his mind and tell her to stay. He didn't.

Before long, they arrived in Bristol with heavy rain battering the trees. She clutched Ellie closer with one hand and, with practiced motions, picked up Dante in a piggy back ride and slipped into the night.

She walked a long time but finally reached the leering gate. It looked just the same as when he left all those years ago. Ellie was wet and grumblely but refused to wake. Dante was fast asleep, his hair sticking up every way, his drool and rain indiscernable stains on the light sweater. They would certainly be getting colds, Alfred would never not treat them even if he was mad at her.

She buzzed the doorbell barely seeing it between her long cascading dark and curly hair from the rain drenching it. She needed a hot shower as soon as possible.

"Wayne Residence speaking. We are quite busy. I'm afraid for guests at this moment." Alfred spoke, his voice was heavy and disinterested? Her almost grandfather would absolutely call that beyond rude.

" Not very polite of you, Pennyworth. You always tell me to be kind and here you are trying to turn us away in the rain. How the mighty have fallen." He playfully chastised the butler hoping he'd recognize him.

" Master Damian...? No it can't be but that voice... have you really returned to us?"

"Yes I have....and I was hoping we could save some tears for when I'm not on the verge of being swept away?"

"Oh! Yes..yes I will be there with the car right away. Just... just don't go anywhere. Please."

She didn't realize just how much she missed her psuedograndfather until he heard voice. Maybe this won't be as bad as she thought.

A/n this came to me in a very strange dream and I just need everyone to know this probably won't make sense but just so you know I was sick when I dreamed this up so blame my fever dreams if yall follow me for my Crack au it should be posted by tonight sorry for the delay I got really bad writers block and so o took a break to do some other things to get rid of it

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP #19 Our Pharaoh, Your Duke

Imagine dis…

I kept reading about Tucker as a reincarnation of a powerful Pharoh from the Ancient civilization of Egypt and he wouldn’t stop reincarnating as long as people kept making and improving tablets. I don’t know if that is part of the canon or if that episode in DP is just another Sam and Undergrowth situation.

Anyway, just a thought is passing by…

….

Tucker was enjoying his afterlife with his spouses, Danny Phantom the High Ghost King in the Infinite Realm, and Sam Manson the heir and apprentice to the Ancient of Nature Undergrowth. All three of them were enjoying a rare day off that over-laps each other’s schedules. Tucker became the high leader also known as The Pharaoh in the Egyptian section of the Infinite Realms when the old ruler wished to pass on and when he was able to prove himself to be powerful enough to protect his section in the Realms as well as wise enough to lead them to prosperity. Add the fact that he is married to the High King and bump up other ghosts’ attitudes toward him as he is one of the official consorts of the new King.

The trio was just in a middle of a picnic when Tucker started to feel dizzy accompanied by a headache. Both of Tucker’s partners look at him with worry and concern in their eyes, as Tucker is about to reassure them that he was fine when darkness suddenly invaded his eyes.

…

Tucker is so sure that he has his reincarnation in control but the fact that he suddenly had clarity after months in the standard of his new body. Tucker felt panic fill him, A powerful entity or not every time he reincarnates, he forgets his life before and during his time in the Infinite Realms to not disrupt the normal flow of events, he only recovers his original memories when he was in the brink of death or something is need to change.

He also is worried about whatever his spouse would do as he remembered being in their presence when he was forcibly reincarnated. But by the looks of it, whoever did target him knew nothing about the complexity of the cycle thus having his memories with him along with some abilities that were muted to something more discreet. Tucker was just glad that it was him instead of his spouse.

…

As a child, Tucker no wait his new name is Duke Thomas, took it upon himself to explore this new world as it is taking his spouses a while to find him, which led him to believe that this universe may be part of a small sector of which Clockwork cannot interfere due to the delicate relationship between time and its citizens. Tucker was ecstatic when he had seen the futuristic appeal around him but felt disappointed when he had a need that only the rich and those who have connections can own them. He felt his eyes widen at the mention of aliens and other world beings and people around seemingly saving the world daily, not because of the heroes his lovely husband is an interdimensional/universal Hero and King, but because it has aliens which made him think about the opportunities of bragging rights to his husband the moment, they reunited.

When Tucker/Duke took notice of the city that his parents decided to call home, he was already thinking about his wife’s reactions will be, it seems she will either fall in love with the architecture that screams everything goth and the amount of gargoyle around each building or joins a rogue named poisoned Ivy to her crusade towards nature. It also seems that some of his powers mutated that seems to focus on his eyes, to accommodate this new universe or is it to accommodate this new body, he wondered.

As he was growing up, he began to have doubts about his so-called ordinary family as Danny’s luck rubbed them off the moment they all said I do at the altar. He just hopes that it is something he can handle future he could handle. There have been rules and laws about protecting people with power that were later named as Meta humans, he breath a sigh of relief when he saw no mention of the Infinite Realms from all data base.

…

When Bruce took him into his ward it took everything in Tucker/Duke to not scream fruit loop at the billionaire much more when he discovered a hidden base below his mansion’s basement, he doesn’t know that if Bruce is an upgrade is a degrade at the fury persona. It just never occurred to him that one day he will be a daytime vigilante like the origins of his husband. Honestly, he can’t help but have a new profound respect for his husband when he was just starting, he may be in the daytime schedule but it still took time to adjust. He also had a family of an experienced team from the start yet Danny has only him, Sam, and his sister as safety nets, he is so going to spoil Danny the moment they all saw each other.

The moment he laid eyes on Jason he can’t help but hiss quietly at his state. A liminal at the verge of hunger, no wonder his random outburst of anger kept getting worse each time he lost himself. With little to no materials that can handle the contaminated ectoplasm as well to turn it into a pure ectoplasm he was able to make a filter, yet it takes too much time to purify a liter of it yet reveals a small vial of a pure version. Yet it was better than nothing, whenever he was tasked to get them treats and coffee, he would always put the small vial of pre-ectoplasm into his drink which greatly improved his mood but unfortunately, he was the one who kept doing errands as Jason won’t drink anything else without his secret ingredient. Cass had already noticed him doing something to Jason’s drink but shrugged it off seeing that it was improving his mood, but he can’t help but feel that there is another shoe about to drop.

…

He was right, there was another shoe waiting to drop. You know, with his experience with Danny Tucker should have already known not to jinx things.

A group of archeologists found a new hidden tomb deep within Egypt and decided to go exploring yet the new guy on the job seemed to have done something and unleashed an endless number of Egyptian soldiers that seem to attack everything in sight. Though they are not killing anyone anyone who was sliced with their weapons is immediately teleported to a prison deep below the surface and forced to live a life of hard manual labor like a slave.

Tucker/Duke was shaken awake by Stephanie as the news of the Egyptian soldiers made their way to the mainland and the soil of the US. Much worse is that these soldiers found themselves at Gotham harbor and Batman is calling in every vigilante in Gotham to hold off the army while the JLD finds a way to undo the mess, every member of the magical side of the JL has already interrogated the new archeologist whether he had stolen something or he had disrespected someone in the site. Duke was pretty sure he heard Constantine grumble at the fact that this would be much easier if mind control magic is present but no, it just had to be neither of the common reason when an army of the dead raises themselves from the dead.

Now when Tucker/ Duke was wakened up after he had just gone and stayed awake for the past 14 hours straight due to an exam that his dumb professor insisted on having despite having no to little effect on one’s final grades as well as a case that needed his vigilante self his full attention, much to say he is not happy.

…

At the battleground, other members of the JL have already gone into Gotham to aid Batman and his associates while others were able to evacuate the civilians and now joining in the fight. Every person fighting is starting to feel hopeless as this Egyptian army kept coming back at them while their fighters are getting wary and tired at each wave they faced. As some of the people of the JL were about to succumb to what looked like their inevitable fate there come Signal in his yellow-clad suit and looked like he just crawled out of bed, climbed the Wayne tower with a megaphone in one hand, and proceeded to… scold the army?

Some of them blinked at the ridiculousness while some seem to pinch themselves at the absurdity of the situation. How Signal kept screaming at the undead army how his GPA and sleep is much more important than their so-called invasion to return the Ancient civilization of Egypt to its former glory. As jaws began to drop as all undead Egyptian soldiers seems to lower their heads in shame as they listen to Signal scold them for what looked like a half hour scolding before he heaved a deep breath and ordered the soldiers to go back where they came from and return the prisoners to the living world.

Just moments before each JL and JLD members try to reboot their respective minds at what had just transpired a crack was heard seemingly echoing throughout the ruins and a green portal began to form. There, two beings came through a black-haired woman with plants crawling up to her arms and legs with a wreath on top of her head and a white hair man with a crown floating above his head and a cape that looked like made out of stars dragged Signal by the arm and dragged him back to the portal. Now all heroes are scrambling to make sense of what had happened in a matter of minutes as well as trying to get back their youngest brother back, Duke may be older than Damian but he was the latest one to be adopted thus making him the youngest by their standards.

…

Back in the Infinite Realms Duke is quietly sleeping sandwiched and snuggled between the loves of his life while wearing his Pharaoh regalia he just can’t help but feel like he had just forgotten something.

Meh, he’ll tackle that after he had his full rest with both Sam and Danny’s arms and presence beside him.

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 2

Part 1

As the sun began to set, the heat of the day broke bringing a blessed cool breeze. The breeze seemed to waken the city of Amm’Ti and before long the streets were filled with the sounds of people and a hub of celebration. Tables and carpets were pulled from houses so that neighbors could sit and feast together. Young girls huddled by the windows, dressing each other in perfumed oils and clean cotton robes. They giggled at the boys that would try to call out them but would not respond until they made it to the boats waiting at the shore. There, girls and boys would slip between the rushes to share a quiet moment in the darkness, watching lamps on the boats glimmer off the surface of the water, like distant fireflies. 

Daa ni took in a breath of the cool air as he excitedly dodged the crowd. While most were heading to the river to watch the procession of the Pharaoh and his family sail down the Nile, Sa’ma had suggested that they go up into the hills to watch the whole thing from above. Daa ni hadn’t been certain that they would see anything up there but spending a quiet moment with Sa’ma beat getting jostled by crowds of drunken people any day. 

The hills were dark by the time Daa ni reached the edge of town, just three large black silhouettes against a purple and deep blue sky. At the gate was Sa’ma in her customary black priestly robes. She blended so well into the hills Daa ni would have entirely missed her if it wasn’t for the oil lamp she was carrying. 

“Took you long enough!” She called waving him over. 

“Sorry!” Daa ni said, catching his breath. “You know how my parents are.” 

“Riiiight,” Sa’ma said, “and it wasn’t because you were staring at all the cute girls on your way here.”

“No!” Daa ni protested, instinctively looking away and blushing. 

She stared at him hard, waiting. He was never good a lying to Sa’ma. 

“Well ok, maybe a little, and it was mostly because I saw Paal ina on my way here.” 

Sa’ma snorted. “Paal ina? Why would she be on the streets? Doesn’t she think they are beneath her or something?” 

“She doesn’t think that!” 

Sa’ma gave Daa ni a ‘don’t bullshit with me’ look. 

“Ok well maybe sometimes she does think that, but today was different! She was with Daa’sh and Kwa an and they were looking at some of the boats.”

“Huh,” Sa’ma said, surprised. “Aren’t they usually in the boats? What are they doing on the shore?”

Daa ni shrugged, his mind filled with thoughts of how pretty Paal ina had looked, how beautiful her long black hair was, how it swayed liked papyrus in the wind. She wouldn’t give him the time a day of course, but a crush was a crush and Daa ni was happy to look on from the distance.

“Alright,” Sa’ma said, “I see that puppy dog face on you, forget about Paal ina, we have more fun stuff to do.”

Daa ni shook the thoughts from his head. “Speaking of which, what are we doing? And is Tuk Ur really going to show up?” 

Just as he said this there was a shout from behind him and both Sa’ma and Daa ni turned to see a dark skinned boy running towards them in the distance. This was the simplest either had seen Tuk Ur dressed. Normally he was covered in gold, lapis and jade, face painted with markings of a prince. But now, he wore a simple cotton wrap around his hip and his hair was tucked under a neat red head wrap. As he came up panting, Daa ni couldn’t help noting how different he looked without the makeup, more a boy like him and less a prince. 

“Sorry for the wait, you guys,” Tuk Ur said. “It took a while to distract Hotep, he gets so crazy when it comes to these celebrations.”

“Are you sure its ok for you to be leaving?” Daa ni asked, looking over Tuk Ur’s shoulder, just in case Hotep was charging down the road behind. Thankfully coast was still clear. 

“It’s fine,” Tuk Ur said, waving his arm. “What are twelve half siblings for if a few can’t play hooky?” 

“Right…” Sa’ma said, looking uncertain. If Sa’ma’s life was heaven, Daa ni would consider Tuk Ur’s life hell. Yes, he was a prince of Egypt, but with twelve siblings all vying for the throne and the thought of assination not off the table, Daa ni wasn’t sure how Tuk Ur had survived so far. On top of that whoever won was guaranteed to execute or exile the rest as well as any nobles who supported said rival. Frankly it was dangerous for Daa ni and Sa’ma to be seen around Tuk Ur as he so far seemed to be in dead last when it came to reaching the throne. But Tuk Ur, Sa’ma and Daa ni had all been friends since they were tiny and they were determined to stay friends for as long as they could, social life be damned. And actually damned they were as all three had faults that prevent them from “fitting in.” 

Daa ni was the son of sorcerers, an occupation that was uneasily accepted within the Royal Courts. Only the Pharaoh seemed to trust his parents, and nobles were ready and willing to blame any misfortune on them. This made an easy target, recommended even, for the young noble and royal boys trying to make a name for themselves. 

Sa’ma had been considered a promising daughter of the illustrious Mann’son clan. One of the few rare clans that managed to survive complete execution not through one but two Pharaohs. Their loyalty to the current Pharaoh was considered one of the strongest, until Sa’ma joined the royal court. Just on her first day she managed to piss off everyone by showing up in black priestly robes instead of the usual white and gold and declaring that she’d rather become an embalmer to marry one of the princes. From then on her family limited her presence in the Royal halls as much as possible. 

Finally Tuk Ur, somewhere in the middle of the seven princes and five princesses. He was the least noticed and the least listened to in all of Amm’Ti. Despite this Daa ni found Tuk Ur to not only be incredibly kind but incredibly smart. He knew everything from the paths to take if you want to avoid unpleasant run ins, to the ins and out of the royal law. His only flaw was that he was smaller then the rest of his siblings and had no strength. Unfortunately those were the pre-requisite to becoming a ruler, whether you had the skill to or not. Daa ni always thought that if Tuk Ur was lucky enough to be exiled, he would join him and see the rest of the world. 

“Shall we get going?” Sa’ma asked lifting her oil lamp. “This stuff ain’t cheap you know.”

“Right,” Daa ni said. Tuk Ur nodded as both boys followed Sa’ma out of the city and into the darkening hills above.

Part 3

[lolottes]

What if the big three ask Flash if he can do something, but clocwork prevents unauthorized time travel, just so that the Justice League realizes that they no longer have a safety net?

And when the Justice League Dark will be aware of EVERYTHING that happens

Batman uprooted a brand new ancient who was deeply pro-human and had his parents imprisoned and then indirectly killed which made him prematurely lose his human/mortal morality but as he is a halfa he cannot simply be banished… in any case banishment would just leave him covered and risk just coming back worse

And what happened to Danny's friends?

The GiW must have easily understood that the hacker who sabotaged them was Tucker and sent him to prison.

Sam had to try to make protests which ended up putting her on the blacklist despite her family, so she mysteriously disappeared at the first opportunity.

Jazz had to fight for her family's patent rights and between this fight and being blacklisted as well, she has to fight all the time. Suffice to say that her plans for her studies were thrown into the fire.

What about Vlad? once the possibility of halfa was known, even the GiW was able to make 2+2, despite his fortune and his ghost powers he ended up being caught by the latter and has not been seen since.

All that really remains is Dani, who still lives a peaceful half-life...

The one where Bruce is the asshole (again)

So! We have a typical story where the JLA finds out about the Situation in Amity.

Whichever way they find out doesn't matter, but either way they end up sending Batman to do a threat analysis and review of whether this requires their attention.

And while there, he runs into a Kid who obviously needs to be saved from his Abusive Home. Look at him, he's far too thin, his grades are horrible, he has many unexcused absences, and he has bruises hidden under his clothes.

Even after figuring out that Danny is Phantom the local Hero, he thinks Danny needs to be saved from his Parents.

I mean, it's plain to see! They Hates Ghosts with a Passion, negelct their son very often, shoot at him nearly every day, and are probably the ones who killed him in the first place!

So, with no input from Danny himself, Bruce calls CPS on the Fentons and uses his Wealth to expedite the process and avoid the actual Investigation. (I mean, why would you even need one? It's so obviously a bad home!)

The Fenton's are arrested, and Bruce reveals that Danny is Phantom to convince the Courts that they are horrible people for shooting at their own son, and that they should be locked up (ignoring the horrified looks on their faces, probably cause they were living with a Ghost for so long, thats probably why).

He immediately offers to adopt Danny, even when Danny vehemently refuses his offer. He knows that Danny will come around to it, he's doing this for his own good. He still thinks his Parents were good people, and not thr Villains they really were.

Meanwhile Danny's life has been completely uprooted thanks to the self-righteous machinations of an Adoption Crazed Fruitloop! And not even the usual one!

Sure his parents were often busy with their work, but they Always set aside time to hang out with their kids and make sure they were okay. They never abused him, the neglect was only for like a month or two when the portal before they got their act together and apologized for it, and (most importantly) THEY DIDN'T KNOW he was a Halfa when they shot at him! They only found out when the ASSHOLE revealed his Identity in Court!

And Danny is Extra enraged by that part. The Adoption Crazed Fruitloop had revealed his secret identity for the ENTIRE WORLD TO HEAR!

He would never be able to live a normal life anymore, even if he managed to get away from the Moron who caused all this!

Bruce Wayne was a Villain in his eyes.

He ripped him from his home and from his family (basically kidnapped), revealed his identity to the world so he was forced to stay with him for fear of the GIW, and spun the whole story so that it looked like he was the Good Guy in this!?

It was official. Danny Hates Bruce Wayne, possibly more than anyone else in the World.

And that's a High Bar.

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Gotham's Black Rose

Dpxdc fanfic Sam is Bruce Wayne's daughter, adopted by the Manson family. Everlasting Trio, toddler Ellie. Pharoah Tucker, Witch Sam, Space Ancient Danny. And Cujo too.

Chapter 2: Comfort and Planning

The last thing Sam wanted right now was for cameras to be flashing in her face or for reporters to be shoving mics at her. Shoving past the crowd yelling questions she didn't want to think about right now, Sam made her way towards the street.

It didn't take long for Danny to show up, motorcycle roaring down the street. His ice blue eyes glared at the noisy crowd, and they hesitated long enough for Sam to escape.

She jumped on, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. They pulled away from the event without a single word to her parents - adopted parents apparently- which was for the best. Sam didn't even have words for them anymore.

-

Danny pulled into the Foley driveway with ease. Tucker sat on the patio, laptop open to live broadcast of the Manson's adoption reveal, and Ellie sat in a specially designed play pen with puppy Cujo.

"How's Sam?" Tuck asked, muting the video as Danny walked over.

"Oh you know." Danny said. "She's confused, disappointed, scared."

Turning around, Danny gently shook Sam onto Tucker's open arms.

"What a mess," Tucker sighed. "How do you just forget to mention that?"

"No idea man," Danny said.

The only one of them with a decent childhood was Tucker, and he's got horrible past-life memories of a Pharaoh's life in Egypt to process.

"I'm gonna curse them," Sam said. "They'll never be able to keep a secret ever again,"

"You know that's gonna have more consequences than you want to be responsible for," Tucker said.

"I know," Sam said. "...Pamela will always drop her pearls and Jeremy will never find the right cufflinks Pamela wants him to wear,"

"Petty," Danny said.

Sam nodded against Tucker's shoulder, before lifting her right hand, a twisting purple energy pooling in her palm. With a snap the magic vanished, off to fulfill its purpose on the unspecting Manson couple.

Ellie squealed in the pen, clapping her hands and chanting "magic! Magic!"

"So you've cursed them, what do you want to do now?" Danny asked, sitting on the grass.

Sam sat up, relocating to sitting on the stair and between Tucker's legs. Tucker ran his hands through Sam's hair, enjoying the company of his small family despite the heavy topic at hand.

"I want to know who my biological parents are," Sam said. "I want to know why I was put up for adoption and I want to move to Gotham as soon as possible."

"I can get us transferred to a Gotham high school for our senior year," Tucker said. "We're already accepted to Gotham University,"

"I can have me and Ellie packed by this weekend," Danny said.

"It's the last month of summer vacation so it's going to be a bit of a rushed transfer, I'll follow in my jeep, it's going to take me a minute to pack my office up,"

Sam let the boys plan their move, their voices a comforting background to her swirling emotions.

Ellie would know where she came from, no matter how complicated a story it was. Sam could see it, five years from now, they'd sit her down at the dinner table and explain an evil scientist tried to clone Danny, and instead Danny got an Ellie and she's been their daughter ever since.

Why was family so complicated?