#Danny is a ghost cub
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Wait, I have an idea!
So y’all know those prompts and stories where Clockwork or Pariah Dark, or even Vlad look at Danny and go “That is a child.” because of his core? What about Frostbite? Or Wulf?
With Frostbite, I imagine it’d be bittersweet because he does see that thing is the Great One who defeated Pariah Dark in the prophecies, but his core hasn’t even finished developing properly! His ice powers haven’t come out yet! This is a cub! And one seemingly without a proper guardian at that. He is in no way suited or prepared to fight such an old evil like Pariah Dark, let alone succeed!
He tries to take Danny in and avoid the prophecy, or at the very least prepare him for it, but Danny just goes “I’ve actually already fought that fruitloop. He won’t be bothering us for a long time. Preferably forever.”
But my point remains. Danny’s core betrays him and makes everyone see him as a cub. Actual ghost yeti cubs see him as a potential playmate and someone who’s either slightly older or slightly younger. Adults want to keep an eye on him.
As for Wulf… I just desperately need some Danny and Wulf content! Especially the ones where Wulf is a little protective of Danny and is something of a big brother to him.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#AU??#danny phantom frostbite#frostbite#dp frostbite#Wulf#Danny phantom Wulf#dp wulf#Danny is a ghost cub
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Having now reached the end of the second year of splatoon 3 splatfests in my retrospective series, here's all the older splatfest art from that same year.
#splatoon#splatoon3#splatfest#splatoween#spring fest#zombie vs skeleton vs ghost#handshake vs fist bump vs hug#friday vs saturday vs sunday#drums vs guitar vs keyboard#baby chicks vs li'l bunnies vs bear cubs#deep cut splatoon#shiver hohojiro#frye onaga#big man splatoon#oc: ceph#splatoon weapon#brellas#chargers#recycled brella#squiffer#furry oc#cat anthro#5yl#ben 10#clockwork ben 10#invader zim#danny phantom#ghost#my art#splatoon art
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Clark didn't know why he always got so alert around phantom. Phantom wasn't physically bigger but Clark always cowered a little closing in on himself. Whenever any of the supers got near his very self felt nervous. The need to get them out of phantom's line of sight at all costs pounded inside him.
His eyes were always looking for the nearest exet the fastest way out for himself for the cubs.
Danny didn't know why his eyes always seemed to follow any of the supers around specifically. He didn't know why he was looking for their weak spots for the fastest way to down them. Get them on their stomachs and squeeze the neck before making punctures with your claws. Why did his mouth wet and make his core yearn?
Make them long and rip their heads off. You don't feast first on the strongest it must be the slowest. The younger always have the tastiest skin to tear and devour but are fast and nimble.
The older cubs not yet grown into their limbs are left to guard and get feasted on first then the younger after having taken their guard. Living breath of the younger cubs the beating of their life is delicious.
Ok so y'all've likely hear of the whole "kryptonite is hardened ectoplasm" thing (which can def make sense considering it's made from all the death having seeped into the now destroyed krypton if that one little snippet of information was telling the truth and I'm remembering it right) and I bring you:
Ghosts not only eat kryptonite but there's also a subsection species that actively lived on/visited krypton pre-nonexistence to hunt kryptonions and that's why kryptonions are so invulnerable and have all the powers that they have. Its how they evolved to withstand their predators (ghosts).
So like, imagine if Clark and Kara both get an intense prey-reaction of they ever meet Danny. And maybe Jon and Kon both get really anxious but it's less so than full kryptonions! And really Clark wouldn't know why he's so terrified of a teen that doesn't even reach his shoulders unless he asks The Fortress or Kara tells him. Maybe even Danny doesn't know and sometimes gets the urge to chase down a Super or automatically focuses on any of them when in the same room–never looking away from his prey the Super the entire time.
Idk I just think it'd be neat!
#dpxdc#Danny drop him! No eating superboy!#what if ghost tric older cubs luring them out from their nest#readying himself to paunc#they mimic the vocies of the parents#maybe not all ghost hunt Kryptonians anymore but still have that instinct?#Danny can pounc#like a cat
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Danny had everything under control! He did!
It's dark out, time ticking to zero, and he's desperately trying to hide the baby yeti along the shadows of the alleys.
He's so so dead. Even more than he is right now. Turning full ghost even.
When Frostbite finds out that he'd taken his eyes off Snowdrift for five seconds and ended up in the living realm with no preparation, very short notice, or plan, he will never trust Danny with babysitting again!
Oh ancients.
"Hey there— is that a yeti?"
Great, a hero.
Swirling around, Danny stands in front of Snowdrift, hiding their form barely, their fluff and form peeking from behind the legs.
"No—"
"Greetings! My name is Snowdrift!"
Danny glances at the yeti cub as they stand next to him.
"Snowdrift, this is a stranger danger situation, remember what I told you about those?"
The cub peers up at him, confused. "Name no name and call for Dad?"
The teen nods.
Snowdrift looks at the hero, and a light bulb goes off. They quickly slide back behind Danny's form, simply peeking from the side now, curious.
"You saw nothing." The halfa turns to the hero, grinning nervous yet threatening.
"I'm not sure this is how it goes—"
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#fic prompt#writing prompt#RANDOM HERO! CAN BE ANYONE!!!#snowdrift (oc) is frostbites kid! they go by they/them but can use he/she too!#frostbitr literally gave danny ONE JOB and he messed up bad#trying to get tthis yeti toddler home without being caught (Fail)#he ends up getting help from the hero duh#but still#his pride is done for#snowdrift has no idea of human customs#dc x dp prompt#local teenager babysitting yeti cub more at 11
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DPXDC prompt. Family? Assemble!
Reporter: Gotham News, and we have a new supervillain on the line. Mr Phantom, what are your demands at the moment? Phantom with lack of sleep and with tears: I..I want a titanium model of a spaceship! And to get a good night’s sleep and to go to the local school…and some fudge and.. Reporter: Oh, my bad. Just one question for clarification, are you by any chance an orphan or are your parents villains? Phantom: I prefer the term mad scientists Reporter: Okay. So, Gotham news! And with me on the line is the new potential child of Wayne or Batman. Want to know how two serial adopters will share a child leading a double life? Stay with us and find out. Now let's check in with Jessie for our weather report. Phantom: Wait, what?
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Danny spends the night running from the Red Hood with a bag of fudge, Red Robin with a pot of coffee, Batman with the adoption papers and, for some reason, Brucie Wayne with an idea of internship at a space station. Ha! The Justice League will never let a ghost into orbit. Not that Wayne can blackmail superheroes or smth. Danny: Fuck you all! I’m done with vigilante activity, I’m not your competitor! What do you want from me? And I’m done with crazy billionaires too. I swear, I’d rather be adopted by a local mob boss just to piss you off! ~Later~ Danny *sees peering out of the corner Matches Malone*: Are you kidding me?! Robbie *jumps off the roof and lands right behind Danny*: Stop running, lil brother, No one’s left the family yet. Minnie: What about Neal? Robbie *shakes a knife with a bow on the handle negatively*: He’s on sabbatical, that doesn’t count. Anyway, it’s a gift for you, cub. Danny: Um, thank you, but my lab scalpels are definitely sterile, and your blade was in who knows who before you brought it here. Robbie: It’s brand-new! And Archie decorated it with a ghost on the handle. Look! It's cute! With a smile and… Dick: Hands up! You’re under arrest for trying to steal our new member! Minnie: Why is he yours, damn cop? Selina: Boys, don’t fight. He’s mine. Schrodinger’s cat is still a kitten. Killer Croc: No way, my niece is staying with me. Danny: Uncle Waylon? Long time no see. Ra's: My grandson needs steady access to ectoplasm. Danyal, come with me. Danny: Over my dead body! Oh shiii…I mean no. Anyway, don’t you think the alley’s getting a little crowded?
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Killer Croc: Is he still mad at me? RR: Danny doesn’t talk to uncles who tried to eat his beloved brother Red Robin. Killer Croc: He wasn’t even your brother then. What do you want? An apology from me? RR: That would be nice.
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Danny: I didn’t think the GIW agents would really fear the reputation of Gotham and not follow me. What a relief! Jason *quickly throws the knife into the sink*: Wow, you got lucky. Alfred: Master Jones, why don’t you eat your steak? I thought last week you were complaining to Batman that 'cause of him you got not many prey. Croc *pulls a piece of white robe from the teeth*: Well, now there is a lot of it. Bruce *gives Jason and Croc the side-eye*.
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Ra's: You do realize that Malone, Wayne and Batman are the same person, right? Boy, you were born into a family of geniuses, don’t disappoint Grandpa. Danny: Triple pocket money, triple gifts for the holidays, the opportunity to complain about the same family member three times. No, Grandpa, I definitely don’t understand. Ra's: Smart little weasel.
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Selina: Okay. Purely theoretical. Do you like to steal? Danny: I wouldn’t say that. But somehow I stole the sword from the fright knight. And also stole few jewels but then I was under the mind control. I returned them. Well, the crown and ring of the king of the ghost zone I also took without permission. Oh, and the answers to the test once. And I’m really sorry about the last one. Neal: I feel the story behind it but I prefer to know nothing about it.
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Streamer Catboy Danny
While on a fight against Cheetah, both Wonder Girl and Troia looked at their mentor, who kind of wanted the fight to be done faster.
Diana asked her why she seemed to be in such a hurry. Cassie and Donna told her they wanted to watch a streamer. A cute meta-Catboy streamer that talks about his life while he is streaming games like Doomed.
Cheetah stopped:" Wait, it's already time for Danny the Ghost Cat to go online? Diana, we fight later; I want to watch the little Cub play his game first."
And without even waiting for Diana to talk, she sat herself on a bench and pulled out her tablet to watch the Stream, as both Sideckicks of her enemy sat next to her to watch with her the stream.
Diana had no idea what to say; she just flew down and started to join them. At least she knew why her sidekicks and Cheetah wanted to see the stream. The young Metaboy looked adorable, like a cute, fluffy baby Cheetah she saw around the world and at her home.
The four watched the stream as Cassie talked about how he had fast become one of the most known streamers in the world, but no one was able to find out where he lives or his home town. Someone was covering it all up and hiding it.
While watching the stream, I heard the young Meta talking about how he and the town were unsure what to think, as his sport teacher, Ms. Teslaff, wanted him in the Athletic Club for the Sport Festival in the Country. He should join in the 100-meter dash and similar. Is that not cheating, as he is a Meta?
Danny:" And thanks a lot to you, Selina, for sending me antelope meat; it was tasty, and for your help, Dr. Minerva. It turns out I am really a cheetah! Just a very young one," the doctors said to me. In a few years, I will have full control over the powers. I can't wait! Danny out!"
Cheetah:" That house cat just send him the meat! He should hunt it, his first Hunt as a Cub!"
Gotham
Selina:" No idea why, but so reason i am proud i made a Wild Cat angry."
A/N Being a Catboy brought about a big discussion and fight between Cheetah and Catwoman for Dany. Danny is still a ghost, like a ghost cat! He had awakened his meta gene while taking gym lessons in school. Danny, in his human form, has the hearing, sight, and sense of smell of a cat and is in possession of a cat's balance, agility, strength, and instincts. His phantom form had two tails. Like a Bakeneko. His human form has only one tail. Danny is a cheetah catboy with tail, ears and a bit fur. a baby cheetah Cub.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp#dc#dcau#dc comics#batman#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp + dc#Wonder Girl#wonder woman#cheetah#catwoman#Catboy danny#Cheetah Danny#Cheetah Catboy Danny#diana of themyscira#Cassie Sandsmark#donna troy#Amity park#Ms. Testlaff#Streamer Danny#Meta Danny#everyone knows he is a Meta#famous Danny#Cub Danny
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that is EXACTLY Kon and Danny and i am ALSO living for it. Half-Kryptonian Half-Human Alien Boy and his Half-Human Half-Ghost Eldritch Horror Boyfriend. Power couple of the century <33
(ye ofc! Draw him whenever you have the energy/time and stuff, lord knows its easier that way and a ton more fun.)
AND GRAH IM GLAD YOU BROUGHT UP BABY DAMES. I love baby Dames he is my special little boy. My precious ex-assassin clone child. He absolutely sleeps in the hood of Danny's scarf and Danny fucking loves having him there. There are the two most specialist ever <33
Kon has come to visit Danny a few times and found him floating in the middle of his room in his ghost form, Damian fast asleep on his chest and all wrapped up in his scarf. Danny's conjured floating stars around the pitch black room that are all steadily orbiting around them. Danny is making this strange, humming-purring sound. It's totally inhuman and hauntingly beautiful.
SPEAKING OF MUSIC. Clone^2 Danny and Damian's whole vibes are based off Sleeping At Last. But in particular Danny is Nine, Two, Pluto, and Damian is Eight and Saturn. This is PURELY so i can spread Sleeping At Last Agenda and inflict you with Emotions that these songs Inflict On Me. (Also Neptune, Mars, and Earth. Mars in particular i imagine Danny saying to Damian)
Sometimes he gets to stick around and he sits on the floor with his head in his arms, hearts in his eyes, as Danny create this whole new mini solar system around them.
THEY ALSO GO FLYING TOGETHER. GraHH. They can both go so far up. They have races. Them doing that thing where they both go up up up, and then fall together, catching themselves before they can hit the ground.
SO MANY REGRETS WITH INTRODUCING DANNY'S FRIENDS TO KON'S. You just kNOW that Bart is trying to race Johnny 13. Everyone loses here. He also wants to race Danny. Tucker is showing off his PDA to Tim and Sam is talking to Cassie. Kon and Danny are off somewhere.
They have sleepovers and stay up late playing video games. Damian is positively determined to stay for the whole thing. He sits in Danny's lap the whole time and Danny uses him as a personal headrest -- as is the cost of staying awake and being there. Baby Dames always ends up falling asleep before 10. There HAS been a recreation of the Penny Snapcube Mr. Crocker Breakdown if only so that I can make Danny be Penny and absolutely lose his shit laughing with everyone.
yes yes yes. Kon sees Danny with the Long Ass Hair and promptly short circuits. Forgets how to speak and cycles through gibberish, kryptonian, some other alien language he learned off planet, before then finally landing on english. Only to spit out a Li Shang-levels of pathetic "you- you look good" line and promptly wish he had danny's intangibility so he could sink through the floor.
Danny with even longer hair means Kon gets to play with even more of his hair. Danny's working on some little pet project (NOT Kon's birthday present) and Kon is sitting behind him, his chin hooked over his shoulder, while he has one arm wrapped around his waist and the other hand is playing with his hair. This can and will result in Danny falling asleep.
(Danny is SO thrilled to meet Green Lantern and has a dozen questions for him about the other star sectors he's been to. Hal is RADIATING smugness. Bruce will never live this down.)
GIVES YOU SHAKEN BABY SYNDROME. YES YES YES. I'VE BEEN HARDCORE THINKING ABOUT HALFA DAMES. AND I LOVE WISP AS A NAME THAT IS SOOO DAMN CUTE OH MY GOD??? TEENY SMOL DAMES WITH GLOWING GREEN EYES AND SNOW WHITE HAIR LIKE HIS BROTHER.
also if Danny is like, 17-18 here, and Damian is currently 6, then that means Damian would've been like 2-3-ish and honestly that is SO cute (and also deliciously tragic). ITTY BITTY SMOL THING WITH THE TEETH. In comparison to the (still pr smol at time of creation but) much bigger Thing With The Teeth looming right behind him :]. Danny using his scarf to carry Dames around on his back like those african baby wraps. He still does it even when Dames is six bc they both Love It.
Smol Bitey Blob Wisp And His Much Bigger Much Scarier Blob Brother-(Technically-Dad) The Phantom. GIW are in for a, frankly, SHIT time if they even think of targeting Wisp. Bby can handle himself pr well but also. he Smol. He Babey. He Littol.
(which gives ME the opportunity to share my favorite quote for bruce clone!Danny, and that is: "Batman doesn't kill!" "Do I look like Batman to you?")
Kon absolutely loves seeing Danny in makeup. It's like, one of his favorite things ever. Eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man and the dark red lipstick?? He's gonna go wild. Danny's never gonna make it out the door, Kon is kissing it off him within minutes. Danny's makeup is smudged up and his lipstick is practically smeared off, and Kon is all but (messily) wearing it himself while looking like a smug cat.
"I have to go fix it now." Danny is grumbling, but his face is all pinkish and he's not all that upset tbh. Kon's got both his hands curled around Danny's waist. His fingers are a few inches shy of touching.
Kon just hums lowly and idly licks his lips, "I don't know," he says, "I think you look nice this way."
Which is, of course, the best way to make Danny flush perfectly scarlet down his throat and for him to laugh all truly bashful, and half-heartedly push Kon's face away with his palm.
Over 900 prompt
Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.
Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.
Just think of the hilarious reactions
Caue this immediately popped into my head.
Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*
Tim: ....you good?
Kon: danny is the clone of Batman
Tim: ...
Kon: I'm the clone of Superman
Tim:...
Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!
#god forbid danny's feeling a little feminine for date night and decides to wear one of the little black dresses sam bought him.#kon is going to lose his mind. not S&P approved reaction /ref. he loves his boyfriend yall.#thinking SO hard on lil halfa wisp/dames that i almost forgot about the last paragraph. HE'D. BE SO LITTLE. S O LITTOL#losing my mind. screaming crying throwing up. HE'D BE SO SMOL. SO LITTOL. danny would be SO insanely protective. no thought head empty just#blob/tail ghost danny making this big threatening growl hovering curled over wisp with his hood up so all you can see is his eyes and the#faint glint of his teeth. what caused him to go papa bear mode?? good question! a Threat. Wisp is huddled under him like a little cub.#he knows when to fight his own battles and when to let his brother fight his battles for him >:]. GODS he'd be like an angry kitten d'awwww#MARIBAT FRIIIEND! honestly i loved/still do love maribat i just got turned away from the fandom bc of the flanderization/hate going on#just steadily lost interest in it tis all. alSO 🫵 WERE YOU IN MARIBAT INSANITY II TOO??? CUZ THATS WHERE I WAS AND STILL AM#i have too many aus on that server to leave it. plus im still fond of it so its not like i wanna leave anyways even if its a ghost town now#i have some of my fics on ao3 and one of my oneshots posted on here. so if you're familiar with the oneshot'#'Behind The Mask: Gotham Ed; Gotham Fashion: Disaster' hey! hi! thats me!#also the oneshot 'A Mockingbird's Song' which is my personal magnum opus for the fandom even if it never got popular anywhere outside#of the server.#danny is VERY illegally pretty says one kryptonian boy. someone should throw him in Pretty Boy Jail. that someone should be him
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This comes from an idea that most of the kids in Casper High school have parents or close family that are not on the right side of the law, either just regular criminals, high ranking goons that retired or former villains.
Amity Park was first founded by outlaws, criminals and misfits that didn't fit regular society. Because of this the city charter is very lax on laws and what is considered unlawful. Most everyone who lives in town has some tie to criminal activity. It's actually a safe haven and has very strict laws about extraditing anyone out of their county. The school even ties in crime into their regular classes. Like art class is about how to do art and document forgery, Automotive class teaches how to hotwire a car and take it apart, Drivers ed comes with extra hours on how to perform a car chase or be a get away driver, Drama class has a unit on grifting, and Math ties in financial crimes like money laundering. No one is forcing the kids to become criminals they are just given the tools if that is the path they want to take.
Danny as Phantom being called a menace is actually a good thing because Amity Park does not want heroes within their borders. Also Danny's parents know that Phantom is him (how could they not when he first started he didn't do a good job hiding his personality and other traits). They are just acting like those big cats that let their cubs practice sneaking up on them. Using experience as a teaching method. Also they are waiting for him to be comfortable enough to come to them with the truth.
Also the Amity City council don't like the GIW (government) being in there city. So I see them asking the Fentons (because they know how chaotic the pair are) to keep an eye on the GIW and to also keep them busy with ghosts so they won't dig further into the other aspects of the criminal activity going on. Just until they can figure how to throw them out without raising suspicions.
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Pariah Dark. Ghost King. Master of War. Tyrant. The Breaker of Worlds.
Currently found himself... perplexed and at a loss.
He had assumed he would never be free once more, the one-time his punishment was cut short he wrote it off as the mistake it was. A pitiful fool who believed he could claim his crown from his prison without consequences.
The second time.
Well.
He would not have thought himself to be so lucky, assuming that no other would be foolish enough to free him once more.
He most likely should have learned not to assume a lot of things, when one is more than acquainted with the Master of Time. There was a lot he would do and did for the other before his eternal rest, and a lot of things he could've wrapped his mind around, found out the reason for, even so long as he had the clues no doubt left by Time.
But this.
This.
He was not exactly sure what his expression was, he could not even decide what exactly he was feeling, even. "Dearly belo-" Pariah Dark hid his mistake by clearing his throat. "Master of Time, what exactly do you intend for me to do with... these."
'These' referred to the small beasts currently amusing themselves on his body. A pitch-black chick with red eyes currently nesting in his hair, a snake trying to loop itself-and failing at looping- itself around his neck, a puppy currently resting on his arm and a cub currenting trying to get said puppy's attention only to be zapped away by the pup's foot.
Yes.
Zapped.
Despite this utterly befuddling situation, he was amused by it nonetheless.
"Your parole," The Master of Time said, all-knowing smile on his face. "Surely you would know what to do with children, would you not?"
Pariah Dark blinked. "What in the infinite is a parole?" Pariah tasted the word on his tongue, as if it was foreign to him. And, well. It was. "And what, exactly, would that have to do with children?"
The Master of Time's smile eased into faint amusement, as if aware of some joke the king himself was not.
Which happened more often than not, actually.
"Take good care of these children, and you shall be released from eternal sleep." He said, as if that explained everything. But Pariah Dark was staring at him in clear and undisguised puzzlement.
He then raised an eyebrow. "You would leave me alone with children? Truly? With no qualms?"
The personification of Time nodded, and Pariah could blink slowly, as if he had trouble wrapping his head around this. "Dearly beloved, surely you would not think that this-" If Clockwork noticed his slip of the tongue, then he didn't point it out as Pariah Dark continued. "Would be the best of ideas, no? Surely, you should be worrying for their safety."
Clockwork's eyes filled with mirth as he inclined his head slightly. "Well, do you currently hold any thoughts of harming these children?"
Pariah Dark's face gave away his faint confusion. "Not particularly, no."
"Then that is that." The ancient ghost nodded, as if everything was already decided and done as Pariah could only stare at him in unsurprised exasperation before shaking his head.
Perhaps, he should have expected this.
"The one currently making a nest of your hair goes by Vlad, the Pheonix King." Clockwork pointed his staff to the chick in question, who squinted open an eye before nestling further into the king's hair. He then pointed to the snake. "The one currently trying to strangle you, is Danny. Our prince as well as what humans would call an eastern dragon."
The way Clockwork pronounced our had Pariah feeling like it held another meaning and not just him being known as the prince.
Was there something he was not aware of...?
The staff then pointed to the pup dozing off in his arms. "That one," Clockwork said with faint amusement. "Goes by Dan, a fusion between the phoenix and dragon resulted in his creation and he soon became his own entity after becoming secluded from his timeline after its erasure." He said this casually, as if it weren't something that would cause questions. "He is also a Raiju."
How a bird and snake gave way to dog, Pariah does not know.
The staff then pointed to the last child in his arms, trying to bother Dan and being kicked away and zapped for its efforts. "That is Dani, formally Danielle. She is a Mishipeshu who is the only successful clone of the phoenix and dragon, making her our technical princess."
Again, the emphasis of our left Pariah feeling like there was something he should know. A missing piece to a puzzle he didn't even know he had started.
"You said this one was a king, correct?" Pariah asked, shifting around his arms to better support the pup and cub. "Would the phoenix's not take offense to me of all people being the one to raise their ruler?" As soon as the words left his tongue did he remember who exactly he was talking to.
He was met with a vicious smile, one that he did not see until the days of yore. His non-existent heart skipped a beat.
"Well, if they would like to voice their... displeasure." The Master of Time practically purred that sentence out, and Pariah felt something odd shift inside him. "Then they are surely allowed to do so."
Pariah grunted, silent for a few moments. Clockwork moved towards him in that time, and Pariah stood still, only tracking the ghost with his eyes. "I am quite certain you would make a wonderful father, dear-"
Excuse him, dear..?
"-So why not prove me right as you always have, hm?" Pariah Dark blinked, opening his mouth to speak before his mind screeched to a halt as he felt a pair of lips upon his own before they moved away in the next moment.
A ghost of a kiss.
"Now, run along now why don't you." Clockwork had a mischievous glint in his eyes, before Pariah found himself surrounded by a wide pasture, spanning as far as his eyes could see (and he could see very far) and at the end a forest with a house behind him.
But he could not react, even as he felt pecks upon his head, a bite at his ear and most surely the scratching of claws against his form.
His hair burst into green flames as he stood stalk still.
#danny phantom#phoenix vlad#dragon danny#raiju dan#Mishipeshu dani#dp dark ages#darkages#Pariah Dark wasn't taking the hint so Clockwork decided to step it up a notch#Unfortunately (for Pariah and everyone else) that just left the man in bluescreen mode#Not that it inconvenienced Clockwork because he's finds it amusing#Feared king of the Infinite rendered useless with a mere kiss#Honestly this might be the only ship I actively ship in this fandom lmao.#Felt like writing and I wanted another mythology beast idea so yea#I did this#Was supposed to dcxdp but Meh it'll be fine as is :3#Right the phoenix's don't really take Vlad's 'situation' pleasantly but it's not like they could just forcefully take him back into their#custody lmao#Right none of the quartet really remember their past so they're genuine babies now#Blame Clockwork for that one really#Aight better stop yappin now#Gabye
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Submitted Prompts #98
Danny and Raven are both hybrid supernatural creatures. Which means, they end up meeting during a couple of pagan celebrations.
They get to talking, and realize they get along really well. So, since on Raven's side of things, she still hasn't met the Titans yet, Team Phantom just essentially adopt her. Sam adores her new goth friend. They help her feel normal, and she gives them precious advice on magic and how, sometimes, defeating an enemy comes at the cost of their life, because they might not give you much of a choice...
Soon, Raven meets the Titans, while Danny goes along his usual business of keeping Amity Park safe. They keep meeting up for celebrations, birthdays and random meetings for no reason other than a slightly feral sense of "I missed your presence at my side" they all have with each other.
The Titans are very curious on why she keeps disappearing every year at the exact same time, but all they know is the bare bones "magical meeting of magical entities that practice magic".
Until one day, when Raven almost tore Titans Tower apart while desperately trying ANYTHING to contact a friend who seemed to be "gone, and nothing can reach him. What did that idiot do?!?!?!" They are...justifiably concerned...and Robin smuggles the Batplane out of it's hangar so they can help their friend, who's always so composed, actually get to Amity with some backup in case things are going wrong.
Nothing would have prepared them for the SMOKING GODDAMN CRATER in the ground where a town should be. Raven can't reach past the Veil. The way seems to be blocked (since Amity, in the Ghost Zone, has the Ghost Shield up and running) and her powers are going a little wonky and unstable, random rocks lifting and orbiting her and the town limits as the Titans investigate as much as they can.
Until, with roaring thunder, Amity is thrown back into it's proper spot. But something's wrong. Phantom is easy to feel. He's always been a shimmering beacon in Raven's senses, but right now he feels...subdued, and yet swelling with new power...
It's not until Twam Phantom goes to meet her, that raven realizes what's wrong. She knows that Crown, and the Ring her friend is cradling in his hands. Ectoplasm is staining his hands, his suit, and, most noticeable, his teeth.
He looks like he'd rather be anywhere than here, and Sam goes in for a hug, and tells Raven they're calling a "Code Panda" (because pandas have a startlingly high chance of abandoning their Cubs before adulthood, and are generally idiots).
Robin volunteers to destroy the portal when they're ready to go, while the rest of the Titans start closing ranks around the seemingly traumatized teenage hero in case he needs help. The most he reacts is to let Raven float to him and hug him as he whispers a soft "Hey Ray...I had to follow your advice..."
(I imagine that Raven's own experiences would help Danny come to understand that, even if his Rogues can be reasoned with, there will eventually come a time where a new one might not. So they have to be prepared for that eventuality. So Danny treats Pariah's Core like one of those chewing gums with the liquid in the center of it, when he realizes the Old Tyrant King isn't going to go quietly, nor will he listen to reason. And hearing his parents talk about how Phanton would have to be exterminated soon before he "got too powerful" leads Danny and his friends to get out of Amity ASAP. Luckily, they have a friend who's very happy to have them around. Is this an "Everlasting Trio+the DC character they fell for" thing? Not necessarily, but my brain pictures them as starting to date while Raven got busy with the Titans, and when they're all together, they platonically drag Raven to their cuddle pile, where they romantically confess their shared feelings for her. But it's really up to interpretation of whoever reads it.)
#bones submissions#dpxdc#dc comics#dp x dc prompts#i just like the idea of a soft character dynamic that can be both platonic or romantic#but doesn't need to be either/or#it can just be a soft moment#i also have the same feeling when it comes to Tim-Kon-Bart-Cassie dynamics#are they dating? uh.....maybe?#but also not really? it depends on how you view romance?
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Consider: Frostbite calls Danny "my boy", because he felt so uncomfortable with all the titles he was given that he stopped visiting for a while.
I want to believe that frostbite is thorn on Danny's entire existence.
Yes, he is the hero written in the prophecy and a powerful ghost, but he is also a child.
A cub without a pack to protect him.
Who was there to hold him warm at night?
Who would play with him?
Who would guide him?
So yeah. I want to think that danny gets adopted into the pack.
He has to visit at least once a week, or he gets an tearful phone call.
It leads to Danny smelling permanently like a wet dog, but its honestly not the worst thing that happened to him.
(Also, Dani stays with the pack for the most of the time)
#danny#danny fenton#danny phantom#frostbite#danny phantom frostbite#Frostbite Danny phantom#ghost child danny phantom
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I can’t explain why, but I firmly believe that the ghost yetis in the Far Frozen have the ability to fly, but they’ve adapted more to being on the ground and have gotten so used to it for centuries that they’re convinced that they actually can’t fly. So sometimes Danny worries Frostbite and other adults when he flies.
He mostly does it to keep up with them and be at eye level, but whenever he goes high or fast, they instantly remember that he’s still a young ghost and worry over the cub getting hurt.
Danny crashed once, and it caused quite a stir when he did because they thought he’d be really injured. Frostbite reached him first and nearly called him “cub”, but Danny popped out of the snow and stood up smiling and laughing like he was having the time of his life. He was a little dizzy and sore, so he had to hold onto Frostbite to stay up, but other than that, he was okay.
His reason for crashing? He was going too fast and couldn’t find another way out of crashing, so he went for the least harmful option and headed for a snowbank.
And yes, I’m currently imagining Danny having fun flying around while Frostbite is internally panicking because the cub is so high up and could get very hurt, while reminding himself that Danny’s done this before.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#headcanons#Danny phantom headcanon#danny phantom frostbite#frostbite#far frozen
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Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 8
Summary:
Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.
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The ghost boy jolted awake from mere minutes of sleep. He blinked, soft yellow light, a stand in for the dawning sun, surfacing the room. Not bright enough to normally wake him but…
Outside, horns blared and drums pounded. Voices shouted and cheered.
Danny groaned, the complaint half a cry. He buried his head under the pillow, groggily praying that the noise would stop.
“Great One!” Someone knocked on his door. “It is the equinox!”
Another voice called. “Join us for morning parade.”
“And breakfast!” A third excitable yeti.
More begged, warriors whose voices he half-recognized. After about two minutes of trying to ignore them, followed by weak protests…
With a growl, Danny sat up in bed. “Fine! I’m up. I’m up!”
Flashing into ghost form, he stomped across the room and threw the door open with a thud.
The yetis on the other side all beamed at him. He silently stared for about ten seconds. When he’d just about decided to slam the door and go back to bed…
“I told you not to bother the Great One.” Frostbite rounded the corner, reprimanding.
At the sight of the chief, guilt spiked. He did not want to see or talk to Frostbite anytime soon. He definitely did not want to be cornered in his room. Heart pounding, Danny fled off towards the kitchen. For just a second, he smirked wickedly. The chief would have to choose between chasing him down and chewing out the over enthusiastic warriors. Good luck with that.
The half ghost spent most of the morning doing much of the same, trying to avoid Frostbite. He ate with Sleetsun and a few other roughly teen-age yetis. He picked at his food while the other gushed about the equinox games, that afternoon’s music and dancing. Once the young yetis were just about done eating, Frostbite finally found his eyes across the dining hall. The chief slowly approached.
“If you guys are done,” Danny cut in with forced enthusiasm. “I’d love it if you’d show me how to seal hop.”
“Of course!” Sleetsun beamed.
The group of youth hurried out, the half ghost pretending he hadn’t noticed Frostbite’s worry.
Once arriving at the practice fields, Danny half-heartedly played the various games. One eye on Frostbite, he pointedly avoided the chief, flittering from one group to another whenever the yeti seemed to notice him. But, as the morning wore on and Frostbite became distracted, pulled away by various responsibilities, that flitting turned into something more like dragging.
“Play with us!” Two of the cubs grabbed his hands, pulling him towards their circle.
Normally, the game would be fun, the familiar rabbit-rabbit-hare. But then one of the little ones tapped his head, fingers ruffling his head.
“You have horns!” The child squealed.
“Let me see!” “No way!”
The game long forgotten, little yetis swarmed him. They oh-ed and awed, poking and prodding at the new features.
Danny’s eyes widened, heart pounding in sudden fearful reminder. “It’s… it’s nothing.” He stuttered. He’d completely forgotten about last night’s development.
Other adults arrived, aweing over his horns just as excitedly as the children. Luckily none of them approached to touch. And….
“Give Danny space.” CrystalBreeze arrived, chastising the children. “He does not look like he wants to be touched. Do you?”
Wordlessly, the boy shook his head. The children backed off, listening to their teacher.
But the other adults were not as polite.
“Our honored guest!” One of the warriors bowed to him, beckoning him over. “Join us!”
The half ghost shuffled backward, pointing back towards the caves. “I’m good. I wanna-”
“We insist!” A different warrior pushed him forward and the boy found his protests ignored.
Half-heartedly, Danny tried to play. His overwhelmed mind swam, barely registering the conversation until…
“You should have seen it, brother!” One warrior – he was pretty sure he was called Icefang – jostled another.
The second eye-rolled. “I am sorry I had guard duty-”
“The Great One downed the Worm in one blow.” Icefang waved at him enthusiastically. “Tell him about it.”
“I… have to go to the bathroom.” He struggled to walk away calmly and not belay the storm inside him.
Before he’d made it halfway across the field, another yeti tapped on his shoulder, ushering him back. “Is it true you downed the Worm with lightning, just like one of the mighty Thunderbirds?”
“Ummm yes.” Guilt, fear, embarrassment darkened his face. “But it…it wasn’t anything that impressive.”
He couldn’t make it two steps without being pulled into a different game. Balls, sticks, and ropes for various games were shoved into his hands.
“This looks fun but-”
Questions bombarded. “How did you defeat Vortex, the ancient of storms?”
He… he needed to get out of here. “I don’t remember. Sorry.”
“Can you tell us about your fight with Undergrowth?” Wide-eyed yetis begged for stories he could only start to guess at.
“Um. Ice was involved. Maybe. I… I don’t know.” Evasive answers, voice trembling.
“You’ve seen the Master of Time?!” Awed voices asked about people and places he’d never even heard of. “Is Long Now real?”
Dread quivered in his gut. “What’s- I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“We are all in your debt.” A reverent whisper. “We are immensely grateful for you for freeing us from The Mad King.”
“That’s… that’s great.” His hands held defensively in front him. “But…” Another battle he didn’t remember.
“Please Great One.” A second yeti pleaded. “Tell us of how you imprisoned him.”
Guilt stabbed. Dread built to trembling fear. A victory he could not claim.
“Please, your Highness.” Yet another begged. “Regal us with the tale of your defeat of the Dark Pariah.”
Overwhelmed, surrounded. Fear crescendoed. He could never claim the triumph, because…
“Tell us of your battle!” An enthusiastic bellow.
“I…I wasn’t there. That wasn’t me.” The words slipped out, mind screaming for escape.
Instantly, yeti voices quieted. Brows wrinkled in confusion.
And what he had just said finally hit. “I…I don’t…” He stumbled back. “That’s not what I meant… I…” A dozen questioning eyes pinned on him. Was that… realization? Suspicion? Pity?
Panic ignited. “I…I can’t.”
Turning invisible, the boy fled.
“Wait!” Questions echoed after. “What do you mean?”
“-crowd him!” A snatch of Frostbite’s voice caught his ear. “Why?!”
But… but he couldn’t process. He needed to escape. To his room? No, that’s the first place the chief would look. The garden? No.
His mind raced, barely seeing where he was going. Ice and rock flashed in his vision, confused and startled yeti’s faces. Down a path, around a deserted hallway, passed a crystal ice tree. But… other ghosts at each corner. Unpleasant reminders filled his sight.
Panting and shaking, the ghost boy landed heavily against something hard. It was… it was shadowed here, the sound of the celebration quieted. His back pressed to rock, the sensation surprisingly grounding. He breathed heavily, heart pounding in his throat.
“I’m… I’m okay. I’m…” He looked up and-
Eyes widened, surprised. Then… enraged. “You!”
In front of him loomed the statue, the icy likeness of the real Danny seeming to stare pointedly.
The clone boy’s core flared, hot and tingling. “This.. this is your fault.” He hissed, teeth bared. “This is all your fault!”
His hands raised and power poured from his veins. A flash of deep blue, a boom of thunder. Lightning crackled, striking his target.
For an excruciatingly satisfying second, the statue creaked, fractures branching from the head down. The clone grinned wickedly. Then-
With a deafening crack, the sculpture shattered.
The boy’s heart plummeted, lowering shaking hands. A stomach churning guilt welled on his tongue. “What… what have I done?”
For long, unknowable minutes, the clone boy stared at the shattered representation of his original’s face. Shame choked, he drew trembling knees to his chest.
Finally, a single set of yeti footsteps approached. The boy flinched, eyes focused down. Surely it was one of the warriors, intent on calling him a fraud or Frostbite, offering pitying looks, or…
A relieved exhale. “There you are.”
The boy looked up, eyes wide with surprise. Periwinkle stood not ten feet from him. Her gaze trailed over him, brow wrinkling in worry. Then her eyes found the shattered statue. For just a moment, her expression flashed surprised. Cheeks darkening with guilt, the clone averted his gaze.
For a long moment, there was silence, the surprisingly quiet sound of the yeti’s woman’s feet shifting, approaching. A shadow loomed over him.
“Little one.” Her voice cut through the trembling of his heart. “What happened to upset you?”
Breath catching, the boy looked up. He met warm brown eyes, unconcerned for the broken statue but completely fixed on him. His core squeezed, painfully moved. Again, he looked away.
“I saw you avoiding Frostbite this morning.” She said gently. “He told me about your disastrous conversation last night. And we both saw you run off…” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lower herself to kneel. “I thought you might need me.”
The words cracked something in him, a tear falling loss.
“Please.” The yeti gently pleaded. “Tell me what upset you.”
He… he wanted to tell her. Suddenly he did. He opened his mouth, the words heavy on his tongue. But… nothing come out. He swallowed, thick throat bobbing. He opened and closed his mouth, mind begging him to speak. But nothing would come.
Open and closed. Open and closed. He tried. He tried to talk. He cried, tears spilling. And Periwinkle sat beside him. She opened his arms and he fell into them.
For long minutes, Periwinkle held him as he cried. Like so many times before, the anguish poured out, released in his tears. He’d cried so many times since arriving here, all to so little avail. After each, he still hurt. Everything was still an ugly mess, broken beyond repair. He was still screwed up and torn to pieces.
Finally, the half ghost pulled away. He fixed his eyes down, swallowed, and… found his voice unlocked. “I… I should have died.” The words were almost a surprise. “When I melted. I should have died. I was supposed to die. I…I wish I just had.” The secret wish came out, shamefully whispered. This dark sorrowful depth he hadn’t let himself descend to until now….
But now that it was released, the despair poured out. “I wish I’d just died. I… last night I thought about running away. I wanted to take the Infi-map and go and… and just for a second… I thought about going back to Vlad’s.” Just the thought made him feel sick. “Isn’t that pathetic? Plasmius was… was horrible. But…. at least then, I knew who I was. Or…” A gut wrenching pause. “I thought I knew. And that’s the worst part. I fought so hard to remember.” His eyes closed, fists clenched. A pathetic reflection of the earlier determination. “To figure out who I really was. But… It was all a lie.” His shoulder fell, fists shakily unclenched. “It was all a lie. I’m not… I’m not Danny Phantom. I’m not some brave hero. I’m… I’m not a Fenton.” The words tasted like death. “I’m not someone’s son or brother or friend. I’m…I’m…”
His voice stumbled and choked. His eyes roamed, despairing fixing at the cracked face. “I’m not even Danny.”
He wasn’t. He had never been.
His eyes welled with tears again, blurring the image of his original. It… it hurt to even look at it. He pinched them closed to block the view.
“And that’s… that’s why I’d be better off dead.” He stumbled. Somehow the thought of death hurt less than acknowledging the truth. “I’m not…” He couldn’t say the name, not again. “I’m… I’m no one. I’m… I’m broken and messed up and….” He whimpered. “Nothing can fix that.”
The half ghost trailed off, out of words. There was… nothing left to say, nothing left to do. Just… tensely, he let his eyes flickered up, assessing Periwinkle’s reaction even as he avoided her gaze. His whole body tightened, core a fearful tremble of static.
Finally, after an excreting pause, the yeti gently reached for his hands. “I know how you feel.”
The boy blinked, surprise over taking the tension for just a moment. He expected questions, demand for explanation. Not… not that.
“I understand.” Her eyes were round and soft, not a hint of deceit or belittling or misplaced pity. “And I am so, so sorry little one.”
At the words, a familiar defensiveness threatened. “No…. No. You don’t understand.”
“I know it is not the same.” Periwinkle squeezed his hand. “But I do know what it is like to survive something that should have completely destroyed me. When I arrived here… everything I knew was gone. Everything was impossible, strange and I was suddenly, horribly changed. I was something I had not even known existed before them. And I was suddenly overwhelmed with well-meaning strangers. Worst of all, I was mourning my family, my life, all that had been ripped away from me.” She reached up, tenderly cupping one of his cheeks. “I do not know all you’ve suffered. But I know what it was like to dread facing the truth and to wish for an easier escape.”
Despite his anguished core, the boy did not pull away. The certainty in her words, the caring empathy…. He almost wanted to believe her.
Then…. Periwinkle’s expression sharpened, a fierce determination. “And I also know this, oblivion is not better.” Something glistened in her eyes. “Your survival was not a mistake.” Where those…”Your arrival here was not a mistake.” tears? “Your life is precious. You are precious.” She was… she was crying. “Please believe me, child. You are not meant for death.”
Periwinkle was crying, moved to tears over him. And… maybe, just maybe….
The boy’s core trembled, though this time not from fear. “Do you… do you mean it?”
“Yes. Every word.” More tears came and the yeti gently wiped them away. “You are not who you, or any of us thought.” Just a hint of confusion lingered in the statement, questions she wanted to ask behind her eyes but… “Still, you are a blessing.” She kept her peace, eyes only of him and his comfort. “You are loved and cared for, by me and Frostbite and many others. And this will not change, no matter what the past or future holds.”
So much meaning and determination in the words…. The boy wanted to believe but still, his heart resisted. “But… I lied to you. I… I still haven’t told you everything.”
“And you do not have to until you are ready to speak.” The yeti lowered her hand, gently squeezing his arm. “But I promise, nothing you say will change my mind. Nor will it change reality.” She met his eyes with a fierce intensity. “You are not meant for death. Do not wish for it.”
The strength in that gaze. The love and care…. The despair inside him could not weather it. It shriveled, a tiny speck. In its place, a new fragile hope bloomed.
The boy’s shoulders fell, tension releasing. “I… I believe you.” A small, distant part of him did. Or wanted to. But at the same time… “You… you know what this is like. The pain, losing everything.” The grief lingered. “Does it ever get better?”
“Eventually, with time.” Periwinkle nodded, wrapping an arm around him.
The half ghost gave a sad nod, leaning into her side. “How?” With one hand he rubbed his face. “How can this ever… ever get better?”
The yeti gave a thoughtful hum. She paused for a moment, brow furrowed. “My grandfather used to say no pain we suffer is wasted. The fire we endure refines us even as it burns. And after, we rise again.” The corner of her mouth twitched up, a strange hope in her eyes. “Like the phoenix from its ashes.” Her expression became downcast again. “Even so, the scars remain, reminders of the pain in our soul.” And yet, the hope endured, a light in her eyes like nothing he’d ever seen before. “But the Divine has a way of making even our deepest scars beautiful.”
As the yeti trailed off, the boy’s wide-eyed gaze shifted. The broken statue fell into his gaze again and for a long moment, he stared. His brow furrowed, mind turning over the words. Skepticism and awe clashed, muddied by a desire to believe someone he trusted so much.
Finally, he looked back to Periwinkle. “I’m sorry but… that sounds crazy.”
“Yes, it does.” The yeti nodded seriously. “And I told my grandfather just the same when we first had a conversation very much like this. Pain is just pain. No potential future good justifies our suffering. And it does not.” Gently, she ran fingers through his hair. They paused slightly, finding his horns but Periwinkle did not comment on them. Instead she continued, gently rubbing their base. “I wish things had played out differently for you. I wish you’d never had to face this pain, your questions, your grief.”
The comforting touch sent pleasant buzzes through the boy’s core, even as it still ached.
The yeti continued. “But as impossible as it is, I have seen pain become beauty in my own life. Did I tell you how Laura and I became friends?”
“No?” He looked up, brow wrinkling. What did this have to do with anything?
“She was reborn here about six decades after I was. And oh, how she struggled. She’d left a family behind as well. She mourned a life cut short. Others tried to comfort her, many of the older Zone born who would help new souls adjust at that time.” She frowned, pain behind her eyes at the just the memory of her friend’s hurt.
The half ghost winced, not even needing to imagine what the other yeti must have felt. “What happened?”
Periwinkle smiled softly. “I thank the Divine everyday that He brought us together. Grandfather suggested I talk to her. It would never have occurred to me on my own. My death was something I never spoke over. But Laura and I talked. We cried together. We wondered about our families in the living world. We became friends. I watched her smile a little more everyday. And I understood what Grandfather meant by no pain being wasted. I could help my friend in a way no Zone-born ghost could.”
The boy frowned as her story finished. “I get what you’re getting at. You’re happy you could help your friend. But…” He sighed. “That doesn’t really help me right now.”
“I suppose it does not.” Periwinkle said softly. “But believe me in this.” The arm wrapped around him squeezed gently in a hug. “Healing will come, little one. I have seen it in my own story and in Laura’s and many others. It requires acknowledging the truth. It takes time and the care and support of those who love you. But it does come. You will heal.”
That sounded impossible right now. The truth of the past, of what and who he really was weighed heavy. His world was shattered, his very identity broken. How could that ever be fixed? But at the same time…
“You will heal.” She emphasized again. “There are so many here who will gladly walk through the fire with you. Frostbite, Snowflake, Crys, Laura. The little ones love you. As do all the warriors, even if they are often oblivious and tone deaf. And as for me?”
She was right. So many moments flashed in his head. Frostbite holding him as he cried, offering a place in his home. Snowflake helping him into his wheelchair, gentle paws on his arm. CrystalBreeze coming to his rescue when he was overwhelmed. Laura smiling proudly, congratulating him on his skill with the ice drake. The children hugging his legs, shouting wide-eyed questions. Even the warriors, holding him over their heads, celebrating a real victory that he could freely claim. Some many yetis here did care about him.
“If my story allows me to bring you comfort, even for a moment, then I will never regret the pain, not one second of it.” Her voice rang with a familiar conviction. “I will be there with you, every step you will have me.” She met his eyes, face as soft as it was determined.
And somehow, the eye contact was easy now. She did love him. The thought, the idea bloomed as easy and obvious as sitting here, beside someone he loved like a mother. And wasn’t that an incredible realization?
But he couldn’t dwell on it, not as her eager smile as she answered all of his excited questions flashed in his mind, the look of pride as he helped in the garden. She did love him. Him, the boy she spent getting to know during every excited ramble, every lesson about how to tell when vegetables were ripe, every quiet break under the shade. She loved him, not the “Great One” she once thought he was.
Maybe the realization showed on his face as relief slowly dawned on hers. “Do you hear me, young one?”
And just like that, the dawning euphoria of realization dwindled. “Yes. Things will get better… eventually.” He frowned at the word. “You care about me. I’m… I’m not alone. And that means a lot. Really it does but…” He bit his lip. “That doesn’t change that I’m not…” Still, the name, that was no longer his, would not come. “I’m not the Great One everyone thinks I am. I… still don’t know who I’m supposed to be.”
“You are supposed to,” The air quotes were audible. “be yourself. And if you fear the rest of the tribe’s reaction…” The look of fear on his face betrayed the correctness of the statement. She squeezed his arm comfortingly. “Do not. If you do not meet expectations, then those placing those false expectations are at fault, not you. But I do not think anyone here wishes you to be someone you are not. There is… confusion and uncertainty about much. But those who really care will love you as you are.”
That was… that was true of Periwinkle at least. She cared about him as he was.
“Talk to Frostbite.” She continued. “He will want to know how you feel. And he can help with any explanations to the tribe.” Her brow furrowed, thoughtfully confused. “And perhaps explain more of what you mean to me when you feel able?”
“Oh um… I mean… I guess…” He stuttered, face turning green with embarrassment. He had just sprung all this on her with no background. It was incredible she hadn’t asked him a thousand questions already. “Vlad kinda… it started at his house.” He tried to explain but the words failed him. “And I maybe sorta kinda found out I’m not…. You know. I’m… I wasn’t born like a normal person. I’m…”
“You do not have to explain.” Periwinkle comforted. “I gathered you are different from the Danny Phantom who had visited the Far Frozen in the past. A very different person. You are…. mirror born? I think that is the word.”
“I… don’t know what that means.” The clone frowned.
“Created to be a reflection of another.” She explained. “I honestly do not know much.” The yeti shook her head. “All that matters to me is, you are the boy I have grown to care about very much since you arrived. The rest is trivial.”
Her words felt like a thump to the head. The half ghost’s mouth dropped open. “You really don’t care?”
“I care that this upsets you. And I care that you worry over my tribemate’s reactions. But no, I do not care that you are mirror born. Your past has no bearing on your worth. You surviving what should have killed you and coming here was still not a mistake. You are still precious. And I still care about you, just as much as I did this morning.”
The words felt impossible, and yet, there they were as certain as when she promised to stand by his side. She meant every word. She did not care he was a clone and somehow this, more than anything else, kindled the hope in his heart.
“Wow. That’s… a lot to think about.” His mind swam, so many words and feelings in quick succession. “I… don’t even know what to say.”
Just then, the sound of horns and drums swung through the air. The boy tensed, pulling out of the yeti’s hold. His eyes flickered over the rocks. Eyes and ears searched for the source of the sound… and any over enthusiastic instrumentalists that might invade the private moment.
“The dance must be starting.” Periwinkle said soothingly, having noticed his unease.
The clone frowned. “That was supposed to be after lunch.” His shoulders fell. “I made you miss it. Sorry.”
“Assuring you were alright was more important.” The yeti woman shook her head. “There is no need to be sorry.”
“Still…” The half ghost bit his lip. “You should go. I don’t want to miss all the fun.”
Periwinkle raised one brow pointedly. “You are missing the fun as well.” Then her eyes crinkled with renewed worry. “I assure you, I am perfectly content staying here with you.”
“No. I insist. I’m fine. I…” At his excuses, the yeti’s eyes narrowed seriously. The boy sighed, conceding. “Okay. I’m… I’m not alright but I’m better. And…” His shoulder rose, a flicker of anxiety. “I need to think by myself for a bit, about everything you said, what I’m going to do next.”
“Are you sure?” Periwinkle’s worried expression just deepened. Something like fear lingered behind her eyes. “I was very worried when you ran off during the games…”
“Yes. I’m sure. I…” He understood that look, the unspoken plea. “I promise I won’t run off again. I’ll come find you later.” He poured all the conviction he could muster into the words. “I won’t disappear. I… I just need a little time to think.”
For a long moment, Periwinkle studied him, seeming to measure his words. Finally, she nodded, exhaling a sigh. “Very well then.” She drew the boy to her chest again, offering one more hug. “Remember what I said. You are not meant for death. Your life is a precious gift.” She pulled back looking him in the face. “I love you very much, my child.”
“I…I love you too.” His eyes couldn’t help but water at the words. Still, a small smile dawned, even as he wiped his eyes.
With another comforting smile, Periwinkle stood. She walked away, giving one last lovingly worried look back. Then the walls of rock surrounding him blocked her view.
Once the clone boy was alone, he let out a shaky sigh. His mind swam, his heart pounded, both a cacophonous mix of emotions. The anger which had spurred him to destroy the statue lingered, even as a tiny near-extinguished spark. Grief, worry, fear, guilt. All were a present weight. But Periwinkle’s words…
Part of him wanted to hope. He wanted to believe what she had said. She loved him, she said. And… somehow impossibility, that was the truth. She believed his survival was not a mistake, that his life had worth and value. And a small part of him believed. He’d never wanted to die, not really. He’d wanted to avoid… everything. Maybe he had not been meant to die. He was better off here, still living but…
That did not mean that he wasn’t broken. His life was still a mess, his heart still whispering that nothing could make it better.
And Periwinkle wanted him to talk to Frostbite and tell him the truth. Not just the chief, but the entire village. Tell everyone that he was a clone…
The thought sent a spike of fear through him. Despite her words of acceptance, her faith in Frostbite, doubts still stung. The warriors still praised the Great One, as did many others. Imagined blame, accusations rang in his head, rejection because of his lies. Was that how the rest of the tribe would react? Would they reject him?
He was being irrational, the clone boy tried to tell himself. Did he really care about what the warriors thought? They didn’t have the power to kick him out, not if Frostbite was on his side. And the chief most certainly would be. Periwinkle was right anyway. Any of the tribe’s people disappointment in him, pressuring him to be someone he was not… their reaction was on them, not him. It was not his responsibility.
And yet, his heart trembled, fearfully rejecting the idea. He couldn’t tell Frostbite. He couldn’t tell the truth because…
If he did, he could never be Danny again.
At the thought, tension released like a rubber band. He slumped forward, head again collapsed against his knees.
He was a liar, even to himself. The tribe’s, the warriors' reactions were never the real obstacle. It was just a ruse, a cover for the real problem eating him alive. The thing holding him back? If he told Frostbite the truth… he could never be Danny again.
Everything had been stripped away from him, one thing at a time. His memories were out of reach at Vlad’s, his friends and family in some far away, unknown home. But the lost memories and his loved ones had been real, a goal for him to work towards.
But his half-remembered past was false. He had no friends, no family. Amity Park never was his home. He had never been the Fentons’ son. He had never been Amity Park’s hero. He had no ice powers, no interest in space. No memory of the Far Frozen. He didn’t even remember defeating the Ghost King, the deed that won the yetis’ praise and allegiance. All of that was never him at all.
He was not Phantom or Fenton. And though he was no longer either, though he had never really been either…
At least, he could still be Danny. He’d clung to the name, the one surviving link to his false past. The last anchor to his ravaged identity. He was still Danny. He had to be.
Now, if he told the truth, if even that name was stripped from him…. Who would he be? Who was he if he wasn’t Danny?
But he was not Danny, was he? He had never been. The name, that identity was false. Clinging to it… was just a bandage over a bullet hole. He was at the edge of a cliff, and it was one last thread dangling him over the precipice.
Periwinkle said healing took time and people who loved him. He had loved ones, new friends here. He had time, as long as he needed in the Far Frozen. But… it also required acknowledging the truth.
This one last step. One final barrier. One last dirty rag over the gaping wound.
His heart pounded, dread and fear. He did not want to die. Really, he never had. Oblivion sounded momentarily sweet, an escape from the pain and suffering, but he feared it too much to give in. But this, cutting the string and taking the plunge…. This was its own kind of death.
So consumed in his own thoughts, the boy nearly missed the whistling of birds wings. Startled, he looked up.
The ice phoenix. She perched on the shattered remains of the statue. Beady black eyes stared at him with an eerie intensity, the look sending a spike of anxiety though him. What was…
Then she cooed, blinking slowly. The clone boy blinked, again taken by surprise. His head tilted in question.
The bird jumped a few steps, from shattered piece to shattered piece. She looked back, intently focused on him. Each coo seemed beckon.
The half ghost did not know why. His trembling heart slowed. A strange calm overcame. He rose to his feet and followed.
The phoenix looked almost pleased at his compliance. She hopped onward, flapping her wings in small bursts.
The ghost boy pursued, eyes only for the phoenix and the path she traced. They left the shrine of carvings and the broken statue behind. The phoenix took wing, flying over the bare icy ground in a… familiar direction.
Another stand of towering rocks. The clone followed, rounding the pillar. For just a moment, his brow furrowed. His eyes drifted to the ground, to the stab of stone Frostbite had shown him just the night before.
Then, the whistle of wings drew him away. The bird folded her wings, landing in a crevice between two rocks, not five feet from the would-be memorial.
“What’s this?” The boy muttered, eyes widening.
Tufts of grass and flowers stuffed in the space. Earthy brow stick and rusty orange pine needles intertwined forming a rough circular shape. It was… his breath caught in realization. Earlier in the garden, he’d seen the bird gather pine needles and grass, watching her fly over the wall. He had not understood then, but…
“This is your nest.” His face softened, voice quiet. Tiny eggs and fluffy baby birds flashed in his mind. The corner of his lip turned up. “You wanted me to see?” There were no eggs or chicks yet. But soon, there would be and-
The phoenix chitted, wings spread. She ignited.
Cold flickered and swelled. His breath puffed, visible in front of him. His eyes widened, amazement growing. The flames rippled, a living coat over the bird's feathers. Blue radiance shone on his face, his nose tingling from the cold. It was beautiful-
The light flared, blinding. The cold exploded out, a frigid shockwave that blew him back. The boy fell backwards, landing on his back. His heart raced, suddenly out of breath. He pushed himself up, eyes popping wide.
His gaze fixed, stared despite the light. It burned so bright. The bird’s body blurred, almost imperceptible. She was still burning. A surge of panic, face paling. She was burning up.
Shaking hands reached forward, as if he could reach into the fire and save the bird. The flames raged, so cold they should have burned but…
The icy fire danced through his fingers, a soft caress. It did not burn.
Wonder swelled, breathlessly overwhelming the fear. The phoenix was indistinguishable now, just a ball of fire. The light flared, filling the boy’s vision. He pinched his eyes closed and…
Something smooth and round fell into his hands. Brow furrowed, he blinked spots from his vision. The object in his hand took shape. It was… an egg.
A tiny white egg, easily fitting into his palm. His mind spun, not comprehending. It was an egg. How…
Understanding bloomed. The hand cradling the egg brought to his chest, his eyes filled with wonder. The phoenix. The phoenix. She had burst into flame, right in front of him. And… here she was in his hand, reborn as an egg.
The tiny orb seemed to pulse, the chill of ghostly energy. The glow flickered, the outline of a body visible through the shell. A large head, unformed wings, featherless body. She was tiny, almost ugly in her un-developedness. But… she would grow and form. She would strengthen, ready to be born again.
He stared, breathless and eyes incredibly wide. His heart swirled with awe. It was amazing enough seeing this, a phoenix reborn. But…
The phoenix had drawn him here, led him to her nest. She… wanted him to be here. He was supposed to be here.
Pieces fell into place, incredible, unfathomable. Somehow, someway, impossibly, he was supposed to be here.
Periwinkle’s words burned in his mind. 'The fire we endure refines us even as it burns. After, we rise again. Like a phoenix from its ashes.' He tasted them. He breathed them.
It was… impossible. The yeti could not have known this. She couldn’t have planned it. This could not happen. But it did. It had.
Carefully, gently, the boy lowered his hands, gently placing the egg into her nest. He trembled, not from fear but… reverent awe.
Awestruck. There were no other words, no other thoughts. Just… amazement, a reverence he did not understand. The moment felt sacred.
The wind picked up, a breeze ruffling his hair, an unseen embrace. On his arms, his hair raised, a full body chill. Like an unheard song, more beautiful than he could imagine. His heart tingled, impossibly light and full.
He… he felt seen. He felt known. The eyes, the fingerprints of something above, beyond his understanding. The knowing, attentive gaze of something far away but… as close as the air he breathed.
Maybe…. this was the Divine Periwinkle talked about.
The Divine…thoughts of any supreme being were too much for him now, just the awe of the moment overwhelming. It would be enough to bring him to his knees if he was not already kneeling. What he could grasp…
He stared at his shaking, brand new hands. Made twice, first in Vlad’s lab and then remade in the nebula. He’d… he’d already been through the fire and raised again, like the phoenix.
He had died. He should have died, but he survived. The thought rang with an almost euphoric victory now, not defeat. He had lived, and he continued to live, despite the despair threatening to drown.
He’d found new friends and family. He’d started to discover what food and games he liked, how he enjoyed spending his day, what passions stirred his heart. He’d…. started to grow, grow into his own person. The thought was as thrilling as it was terrifying. As terrifying as the realization that…
He was tired of being ‘Danny.’ The name no longer fit, constricting like too tight shoes he’d outgrown. It hurt as much as it scared, as much as it excited him. He’d grown past that name, passed that identity, into… someone he did not know yet.
A strange tranquility, a trembling conviction filled him. He was still scared, terrified. He needed to shed the name that was never his. To cut that last tie to the old life, the old lie. To die that last death. All so that he could raise again.
He would raise again, into the person he was growing to be.
With a new determination, the clone boy rose to his feet and higher. He followed the sound of the music and singing, shoulders back and chin up.
He flew to the practice grounds, back to the party. Lingering for just a moment, he paused, watching the dance. Yetis of all ages stomped and kicked, elbows swinging. The very ground shook with their joy, their merriment.
The music slowed, the song ending. Then, Frostbite spotted him.
“Danny!” The yeti chief immediately dropped his instrument, relief overwhelming his face as he ran to the boy. “You’ve returned.”
Despite his determination, the name in Frostbite’s mouth stung. This would be the last time he was called Danny.
“Yeah.” The clone boy sighed, the exhale the smallest bit shaky. “I’m back. Frostbite, I…” He floated forward, shoulders back and steeling himself. It was the breath before the plunge, the first spark of a consuming flame. “Frostbite… I need to tell you something important.”
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And that's the chapter! Feel free to yell at me in the comments. I really can't understate how proud I am of this chapter, especially the part with the phoenix. Part of that was inspired by Someone by Disciple . I really wanted to convey the feeling that that song gives me. Also, sorry this chapter was more than a week late. As proud as I am of it right after writing, the enemy was trying very hard this week to convince me that it was horrible, everyone was going to hate it, and I had nothing valuable to say. Which probably means that someone really needs to read this chapter. And if that is you, please hear me. Your life has meaning and value. You are loved and so much more precious than you know. That fact that you woke up today is not an accident. You survived, you're still here for a reason. Keep fighting.
#Danny Phantom#my fic#Invisobang 2024#Invisobang#danny phantom big bang#Far Frozen#Frostbite#Danny Phantom Clone
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Tips for caregivers of punk/scene littles
This is probably my longest winded post..and the most self indulgent lol.. Here's just some of my personal snip-bits on being an alternative regressor. I hope this can help someone out or at least be entertaining for those who are alt regressors too ^^
Find stim toys that are otherwise "unconventional" or aren't labeled as stim toys ! - This might be a stretch,, and can honestly work for anyone looking for something to stim with. I love my chain necklace and I wear it everywhere I go! Its got a ring and 2 chains that I like to play with,, the texture of the metal is also nice in my hands and has a good weight around my neck. Sensory pressure is my favorite stim ! Skull necklace Moon phases Pride flags O-Ring necklace (mine!) Playing with piercings can also be a stim but ! be careful that jewelry is cleaned and fresh piercings are healed ! Its ok to allow your little to wear corsets, fishnets and tight clothing! It can be a great way to provide pressure therapy, or a stim in public or on the go~ Never force your regressor to stop watching shows/movies or listening to certain music while they're regressed. Sometimes horror movies, and loud noises can be comforting! * Talk with your little while they're big about this! There may be certain horror topics to avoid when they're regressed ! ... Some resources / things that I find helpful as an alt cg!
Movies & TV Shows 🎥 Stranger Things Over The Garden Wall Gravity Falls The Owl House Amphibia The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Invader ZIM Courage the Cowardly Dog Dead End Park Scooby Doo Ruby Gloom Danny Phantom The Adams Family The Munsters Daria Corpse Bride The Nightmare Before Christmas Coraline James and the Giant Peach ParaNorman Edward Scissorhands Dark Shadows BeetleJuice SOME OF THESE MOVIES CONTAIN 18+ SCENES ** (but are generally sfw / are all PG-13) Nicknames ✏️ Petal, Dewdrop, Baby Bat, Prince(ss/et) of darkness, Moon-child, Beastie, Cub/Little Cub, Beetle, Vamp(y), Little monster, Little terror, Rockstar, Bizkit (like..limp bizkit its a personal one ok😭?!) Games and other Media 🎮 Night in the woods FNAF Silent Hill Animal Crossing Zelda Danganronpa Pokemon Kingdom Hearts Fran Bow Little Nightmares Little Miss Fortune Stanley Parable Half Life Omori Skyrim Devil May Cry Roblox Minecraft Shoots and Ladders - Korn Clown - Korn Bring Me To Life - Evanescence Juggalo Juice - ICP Hokus Pokus - ICP Rainbows & Stuff - ICP Youre So Creepy - Ghost Town Sugar we're going down - Fall out Boy I Write Sins Not Tragedies - PAN!C Teenagers - MCR Welcome to the Black Parade - MCR SOME OF THESE MEDIAS CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT & LANGUAGE ** (or are generally unsuitable for regressors but...we're embracing unconventional regressors with this list) Misc items Rainbow Drip bat plushie (etsy) Rearz "Rebel" collection (also in pink) - dips / nappys ( pocket nappy ) ( training pants ) - changing pad - onesie Bat sippy cup ( - Bitten CURRENTLY SOLD OUT) Skeleanimals bat hoodie ( - hot topic CURRENTLY SOLD OUT) Mushroom sippy cup (etsy) "Spoiled Bat" Tumblr cup (etsy) "Ghost W/The Most" Sippy (etsy) Personally I have used Rearz and aside from medial brands you find at the stores,, these have been my favorite ! They fit comfortably and Im not consciously aware of wearing them (after a bit) despite being also K!nk affiliated (like Little4Big ^^") They're one of my favorite adult nappy brands..and highly recommend them if you're looking for more "edgy" designs ! They also have "Rebel" in pink ~ Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with any shops,,these have been recommended by friends, or through personal purchases
#WOOH this is long winded#enjoy my baby bats!#age regression#sfw age regressor#sfw caregiver#sfw cg#alt regressor#punk regressor#goth regressor
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Scar as hotguy but like. Danny phantom au.
Do you guys get me. No one is hearing me out on this.
Scar but hes half ghost. Grian as Sam and Mumbo as Tucker. Cub maybe as Jasmine.
DO YOU GUYS GET ME
#stiff talk#asks#gtws#au rambles#im so sorry but this was literally a JOKE AND NOW I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT#BUT GHOST HOTGUY!!! GHOST HOTGUY GUYS!!!!
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The Ghost of Bellhop Man My NEW MSA X Legend Quest Enemy OC
Full Name: The Ghost of Bellhop Man, Henry ___ (in the past)
First Name:
Las Name:
Nicknames:
Gender: Male
Profile Pic
Age: 8 (in the past, his child from), 25 (Deceased)
Blood Type:
Occupation:
Actual or Past Occupation:
Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___
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Favourite Food:
Instrument:
Favourite Animal: Ghost Wolf Cub (his pet's her named "Mirabella")
Family Members Relatives: ___ (his father), ___ (his mother), ___ (his sister)
Other Family Members Relatives:
Species: Human (in the past/his disguise from), later Ghost/Undead
Friends: John Kingsmen (his former childhood friend, when he was a child), Princess Malina (his former childhood friend's girlfriend), Mystery Teams, Girls' Clue Club Team (in his disguise from), Black Ghost Charro, The Three Spirits of the Banshees (his minions)
Enemies: Black Ghost Charro (In the past), Justin Banks, John Kingsmen, Princess Malina, Mystery Teams, Girls' Clue Club Team (in his ghost/true from)
Alignment: Good (in the past), Bad/Evil
Likes: Befriend with John Kingsmen, his family, his hotel, everyone are visiting in his hotel, His dreams will comes true (in the past), Getting more his money to gets his dreams and his hotel back by ghost black charro, getting revenge on Justin Banks, everyone are stayed his hotel
Dislikes: Losing his friend, john kingsmen, his hotel gets forgotten and abandoned, Justin Banks disatering his life and hotel, losing his money for his hotel (in the past), Not getting his enough money to gets dreams and his hotel back, not getting revenge on justin banks, someone trying to takes john kingsmen away from him, everyone are escaping from him and his hotel, Princess Malina protects John Kingsmen from him and his minions
Hobby:
Goals: To gets his money and getting his hotel and his dreams back and to revenge on justin banks for he has done to him and his dreams (both succeeded), To captures/kidnaps everyone are getting escaping from his hotel and gets john kingsmen back for becomes friends again (failed)
Weapons:
Powers and Abilities:
Skills and Abilities:
Fears/Phobias:
Skin Colour: ___ (his past/disguise from), ___ (his ghost/true from)
Eyes Colour: ___ (his past/disguise from), ___ (his ghost/true from)
Hair Colour:
Clothes: Bellhop Clothes (his past/disguise from), ___ (his ghost/true from)
Shoes: Bellhop Shoes (his past/disguise from), ___ (his ghost/true from)
Accessories: Bellhop Hat (his past/disguise from), ___ (his ghost/true from)
Nationality:
Sexuality:
Hair Styles:
@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup
This one sounds like Skip the Bellhop (from Club Penguin) and Vlad Masters/Plasmius (from Danny Phantom)
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#my new msa x legend quest enemy oc#msa x legend quest#msa au crossover#msa au#the ghost of the bellhop man my new msa x legend quest enemy oc#msa x las leyendas
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