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Prompt 171
Danny would like everyone to know it was a complete accident. Look, normally he was really good at not altering the timeline! He was!
But the dude was definitely not in the right Time, and he had to get his trust which took so long, like damn he thought he had anxiety. Seriously though, kevlar in the 1700s? Yeah that wasn’t right, and Peepaw always complained about the messes that the speedsters caused, so he was trying to prevent a mess by tugging the dude away and helping him out.
Falling in love maybe a little, was not in the plan. But honestly the man had a worse sense of self preservation than he did as a teen and was also straight up adorable, in a wet cat who could kill you sort of way.
So maybe he helped the dude grab a child that was going to be drowned. It wasn’t like anyone else saw them! Even if similar situations might’ve happened a few different times.
Still, no one saw them!
So why is there now a small cult who worships the Shadowed one and Radiant one, aka his companion (who would not give his name save for B, which, fair, probably didn’t want to accidentally wreck the timeline either) and well, him?! At least they worship them as guardians of children, but uh. Should he maybe, perhaps, fix this…?
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#Spirit Halloween#Danny is in fact an Adult in this#He helps CW out with time stuff & getting stuff that fell through natural portals back to the Zone#Does Danny ever mention his affection for Bruce during their travels together? No.#Was it obvious to literally everyone else who was not Bruce? Yes#Danny is inwardly dying while learning about the cult he accidentally made because they decided that the Radiant One & Shadowed One are lov#Tim has a way easier time proving Bruce is in the past when he stumbles across one of the organization’s meetings#The cult-isn’t-exactly-a-cult and more like a minor religion focusing on the protection of children#Bruce is going to have a headache when he gets back to modern day#Hey he at least still has that cloak of shadows that his travelling companion (Call me D then.) gave him to help hide his not time appropri#League: Batman is dead#RR barging in: Batman is alive & in the past & definitely met some sort of higher being or spirit or something#League: Who the fuck are you-
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Danny slamming open the door(in Phantom form): Jay i think i've just been adopted by your grandparents!
Red Hood having no memories of the GZ and thus no point of reference as to wtf is happening and who is this glowing teenager: ...???
#danny phantom#dpxdc#they are about the same age it's just that phantom form doesn't age for whatever reason#it's kinda self reflection thing or whatever#dead on main#maybe?#feel free to use#danny fenton#jeson is confused™#his core is fucked#which is why he doesn't remember shit he is running on spite and Lazarus ecto#thomas and martha wayne#they did in fact adopt this young adult halfa who they just met#damn i want to read that#it can be pre reveal red hood or not whatever
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Time forgets most (DPxDC)
I've been getting too many brain worms that I need to clear out the cramp space that is my idea vault. In doing so, I'm just posting off-handed, random things I've typed up at work. (Partly so my drafts don't just end up like my vault). Without further ado, a much too too long post
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The movement of time is a much too complex thing for many to understand. The knowledge that time was not perfectly linear. The past did not simply stay in the past. The future is not simply something to look forward to. The present is not simply a fleeting moment.
Time is a complex web. Every point in time, connected to another point in time. A never-ending mess of webs and connections. Things that are to be. Things that can be. Things that are being. Things that will never see the light of day in this universe.
Despite what some may want to believe, Time has no master. Time does not yield to any singular being. That did not mean that Time didn't need a helping hand. A guiding hand to help keep the chaos of time to something just a little more... fluid.
The being came to exist well before the universe had. The being was festered, taught, and nurtured in a small pocket dimension. A small space just like an incubator.
Until the world blossomed around it. Life started to grow. Time kept moving. Living organisms found untimely deaths. Evolved, learned, and grew into the new space around it.
When the first little creature crawled out of the water, Time's keeper was let free. A bumbling little thing, breaming with life and curiosity.
Just like everything else in the world, this keeper wasn't safe from time. It still moved. Brought forth problems and adventures.
As time continued to tick. Moving in every direction, the keeper continued to age. Unlike the rest of the universe, the keeper didn't age the same as others.
Some days, he was nothing but a small boy, frolicking in a field of flowers and bees. Other days, he was a strong middle-aged man. Pulling the strings in just the right way, pushing for a timeline that felt right.
On days that have been happening much more often. He was but a crippled old man, hunched over his staff, and dropping much needed wisdom on the young lives around him.
Being the keeper of time wasn't an easy feat. Being completely out of time, experiencing things in broken order. There was only a clear start, and a jumble of things that followed.
The keeper was content with his life. Watching over the world as it grew and blossomed. He was content with his special kind of solitude.
That was until he saw the boy. In the webs of moments, the keeper's gaze had found him. A boy much too young, suddenly with powers much too great thrusted upon him.
The keeper watched the scenes play out. The tears, laughter, humiliation, triumph, and pain. He watched as the boy's family was ripped from him. Watched the twisted attempt at fixing his life, only for it to go horribly wrong.
He watched the bloodshed and chaos that erupted. The lives ripped apart and destroyed. Not a single sign of life left behind.
Then he watched as the boy, no, not a boy anymore. The keeper watched as the monster tore through the fabric of time. Ripped its way through the thin veils that divided the universes.
Universes that had never known the boy's existence were torn to shreds to. A flight driven with pain and anger.
Despite the keeper having seen the boy turn into such a monster. He could see it in the beast's eyes. The deep-seated need for a family, a life. To be loved.
Something about the boy's life, his story, spoke to the keeper. He found himself reaching out into the web of lives and moments. Finding the moment when things went the most wrong for the boy.
Just like that, the keeper had inserted himself into a life. He pulled the boy out of the cruel stream of time. Filled the boy with the knowledge he needed. Let the boy see just what could happen if he let it.
The keeper of time was soon a simple mentor. A simple deity looking out for the world. Taking on the mantel of Clockwork and finding a new purpose for his life.
A young boy's life has been flipped upside down two times now. And there were certainly more to come. This time, the boy wasn't alone. He had a guiding hand, and a communtiy behind him.
The keeper, no, Clockwork watched with a strange pride and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. The boy was quickly surrounded by a family that helped him navigate his new powers.
Clockwork, alongside many of the other ghostly beings, watched on with pride as the young boy grew into a strong young man. Mastering powers, taking a stand, and making their home safe.
Despite the best efforts, time always beings problems.
It was one thing for Clockwork. He was the keeper of time. His life has reason to exist as long as time exists. Which will always be. His purpose was infinite.
But this boy... Danny wasn't like Clockwork. He was still partially human and terrified of losing his humanity. Danny's story had to come to an end, it's how time works.
Except, Danny wasn't in the timeline anymore. Clockwork had ensured that, pulled Danny into a separate timeline. An unaccounted for timeline.
He couldn't live here forever, not the way that Clockwork could. Danny needs a life, a family, a place, a purpose. He was still human.
It took more effort than Clockwork would have liked. He had to cash in favors from other deities that he hadn't spoken to in centuries.
It took a combined effort of everyone who cared for the little halfa. The strange boy that teeter on the line between life and death. The boy who had freed the Zone from a tyrant. Who wanted nothing more than for everyone to live a happy and filled life/afterlife.
Getting the magic and spells right was the hard part. But finding the location was easy. A beautiful planet just on the edge of the Milky Way. Unlikely to be disturbed or hurt.
The planet was undiscovered, primative even. Far enough from humans that Clockwork was certain Danny wouldn't be bothered. Only one species lived on that planet. Along the jungle like fauna, and in the water.
Cute little guys, barely bigger than two feet long and one foot tall. There was no name, no knowledge about them. Aside from Clockwork analyzing their way of life.
A simple cycle. They were born, they aged, they played, fed, mated, and then died. A simple but content life.
The aliens weren't unsettling. At least not to anyone who has seen more creatures than what Earth has to offer. It is a strange combination between frog, fish, and squid.
Scurrying around on two legs and four tentacles. A small frog-like face with eyes that seemed to take up half that space. Colors vary from blues to greens to the same sandy brown found at the bottom of the lakes.
Before long, the planet had its own protector. A young boy who once was lost and alone seemed to meld perfectly with these aliens.
Clockwork was always sure of himself. He never let anyone see otherwise. Except, Clockwork hadn't been sure. Not when he had performed the ritual.
As he molded and changed Danny's DNA until the man was a new being entirely. To anyone who didn't know the full story, the boy could easily look related to the aliens.
Gills now painted the sides of his neck, not necessary, but Clockwork felt like it had been. Webbed hands and feet to make transversing the underwater caves even easier. An ethereal, almost siren-like touch to Danny.
It worked out perfectly. Danny settled in easily. Building a routine and bound with the aliens. It hadn't been hard for the little creature to take a liking to him.
Before long, it was routine. Danny would spend most of his time on the planet, watching over his new wards. On some days, he'd portal back to the zone. Spend time with the ghosts and deities that saved his life. To check in on the new govermental system that had been put in place.
It was perfect. Simple and nice. Everyone got complacent. The longer time went on without a hiccup or a problem. The longer Danny was able to rest in his odd solitude. The more people got comfortable.
The more they forgot that time was as cruel as it was forgiving.
It had been just another day cycle. Danny was playing with the most recent litter birth. The first time he had seen the birth, he was more disgusted than anything else.
After the third time, Danny had started getting excited. He looked forward to it. Loved seeing the aliens flourish and grow. Watching them thrive and find more fun in the things Danny creates. Every new fun game or obstacle was always made with the things natural to the planet. Or debris that was caught in its gravitational pull.
Danny was playing with Plop. The little guy got his name, and he always plopped out of the water. Unlike the other aliens, this one didn't crawl out. No, he'd pull himself out of the water with his tentacles, only to plop down on the ground.
Of course, Plop had also been the first alien to approach Danny when he arrived. It's how they formed such a strong bond.
Everything had seemed perfectly fine. The day was rolling along just like it always did. That was until a small group of the more elder aliens suddenly came scurrying into their main cave.
They hadn't waited a second before diving into the water. Danny watched, confused and concerned, as each one of them grabbed one of the young. Before shooting straight into the underwater cave system.
The once bustling and living cave was suddenly eerily quiet and void of any aliens. Leaving behind only the confused Danny in the pool.
At least that's what a certain Green Lantern saw when he followed the trail of retreating aliens.
This planet had been categorized to have no signs of intelligent life. It seemed to have the option to nurture life, but there had been no signs.
When Hal Jordan got word of a seeming spike of activity from the supposedly empty planet, he had added it to his rooster.
A quick peek, just a look into what kind of life might be starting to grow there. The little aliens he had seen were adorable, sure. But they didn't seem all that evolved. Still in their evolutionary journey.
That was until Hal saw him.
Now, Hal was no stranger to running into ethereal beauty. It's what happens when someone interacts with aliens on a basic daily. That was something he was used to.
Except, all his breath seemed to be knocked out of him completely. The cave alone was stunning, a stark contrast from the almost barren surface he had first seen.
A deep, shimmering blue pool that vanished into the rocky space around it. Trees, bushes, and flowers decorate the area. It looked almost too good to be true. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert.
Then there was the being that caught all of Hal's attention. Bright blue eyes that looked like gems, pale blue-tinged skin. Long black and white hair seemed to look almost like the night sky. A deep abyss littered with stars.
The closest thing that Hal's brain supplied was a siren. A beautiful, ethereal creature that lured men to their deaths. As beautiful as it seemed, Hal knew there could easily be danger.
Except, the creature didn't attack or threaten him.
Instead, he seemed almost shy. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, sharp deadly teeth flashing in the light with each motion.
Hal had just opened his mouth, taken a hesitant step forward. He wanted to know, and he needed to know how this happened. There wasn't supposed to be an intelligent, sophisticated life on this planet.
The moment Hal's lips parted, the creature let out a trill. A sound that seemed more scared than aggressive. Before suddenly, the beautiful creature vanished into the pool.
Hal moved before he could think, rushing to the edge of the pool. He peered into the crystal clear water, just in time to take the webbed feet of the creature vanish into a tunnel.
Now that left Hal with two options. He could either report this and wait for backup...
Or...
Or...
He could jump inside. The ring would protect him, and his lungs would be fine. Perks of being a Green Lantern.
That option seemed much more tempting to Hal. Nothing about this scream an outright threat. He felt more like a strange imposing on someone's home. A home that was meant for safety and protection of the young.
Yet, the shimmering water seemed to be calling to Hal. Something in him was trying to push him to get inside. To find the beautiful creature and learn more. Learn how this happened.
Without realizing it, Hal Jordan sealed his fate the moment he dipped a finger into the cool pool. Rippling the steady surface just slightly.
Just enough to get him wrapped up in the strange web created by time and its keeper.
#danny phantom#fandom things#fandom#danny fenton#phandom#dc x dp#dp x dc au#dp x dc crossover#dc comics#dc hal jordan#hal jordan#dc green lantern#green lantern#long post#I love all the posts that evolves Danny into something more than just a halfa#I've been having this idea of Siren!Danny#We're gonna ignore the fact that I got the idea for this from a Ghostsoap fic#I also like to blame the Circe saga from Epic the musical#Please I'm so whipped by that musical#I can't get over Circe and Odysseus' songs#Anyways Hal was ready to die for Danny at just one look#after he manages to get closer#to see Danny take care of and nuture the aliens#it's over for Hal#“I've only know this weirdly ethereal man for five minutes. but if anything happens to him I'm killing everyone in the room and then myself”#if it's not clear enough this is very much adult Danny who technically lived through millenniums but still just looks to be in his twenties#I love this idea sm even if I don't do much for it#I mean come on#I would kill to have art of Hal meeting Danny as my wallpaper#Time forgets most AU
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DC x DP Prompt *12*
Phantom knew that all of this would end badly, really. But as soon as he heard that Skulker was trying to get the pelt of the Superman he knew that he didn't really have a choice.
So he flew to Metropolis to rescue the struggling hero. When he reached them, it was worse than he thought.
Skulker was wrecking havoc without regards for the civilians, while he tried to catch Superman. The hero on the other hand was at least still standing and evading the ghost. But he also couldn't land a single hit. If Danny would let them be, this fight would go on forever or till Superman tired out.
So while Skulker shot another Missile at the Kryptonian, Danny flew invisible behind him and shot an ectoblast in his back. After a short fight with a lot of banter, Skulker found himself in the thermos and Danny and Superman landed on a rooftop.
"Thank you for your assistance! I don't think I recognize you, but I'm glad that you came to my aid against this unknown enemy", the Man of Steel smiled at him and really, Danny should have just nodded, gone invisible and fly of. But... Superman was a real life alien! A founder of the Justice League! Someone who had been to space missions! So yeah, he was a little starstruck.
"No problem, really! It was somewhat my fault... We just talked while fighting and somehow you came up and he just flew straight here, because he wanted to add your pelt to his collection. Normally he only really hunts me...", and his brain to mouth filter didn't work again, great Fenton.
Superman looked concerned for a moment, before he hid it behind an awkward smile. "I suppose he is one of your rouges then? I'm glad to see that someone with your abilities uses them to protect humanity like he should."
And that was enough to shift his expression of Superman. Just because he had these powers, didn't obligated him to protect anyone, except his own hunt and subjects! And Skulker was more of a friend nowadays, he just had become to excited because of a super rare alien and his obsession had kicked in in full force, because they hadn't really found a healthy outlet yet. Just hunting Danny every few weeks when the young adult had time between college classes wasn't really enough.
"You should consider joining us and show us how to defend ourself against a rouge like this", the superhero said, without realizing the shift in Danny's demeanour.
"He isn't really a rouge anymore... It's just a bit of a work in progress still. I also wouldn't really qualify as a member for you little team, since in terms of my species I'm still a literal baby. And I don't think that all of you will still be around when I'm considered an adult or even a teenager. So the answer is No, I won't be a child soldier for the League, nor will I tell you how to hurt my friends", Danny huffed with crossed arms, just to turn invisible then and fly off, not caring for the fact that the other hero seemed to be blue screening.
#skylers prompts#dcxdp#dcxdp prompt#dpxdc#Danny is baby ghost#Superman#skulker#Danny looks like an adult#but for the ghosts he is a baby till he is atleast dead for 50+ years#and then he is stuck as a toddler for even longer#and so on#at least he is only ghost prince till he dies fully#he still has some responsibilitys because he is the balance#but Supes gave him some bad vibes#Danny disagrees; he doesn't have to be a hero just because he has powers#he just wants to go to college and be somewhat normal#the ghost a mostly chill now and just hang out with him#Danny looks for healthy outlets for their obsessions#Superman can't cope with the fact a BABY safed him#Constantin will laugh at him when he hears of this#Danny has a very quite and slow heartbeat in his ghost form so Clark knew he wasn't lying
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Space Facts (dp x dc)
Victor takes a minute to curse his stupid teammates for getting him into this. He hadn't even been part of the prank but here he was getting punished anyways. He gives himself one more second before he gets out of the car and walks into the library. He goes up to the help desk and the lady sitting there.
“Hi I’m Victor Stone, I’m here for the community service?”
“You’re early,” says the older woman.
Victor offers a smile to which the lady responds in kind, before standing up and signalling for him to follow her.
“You know the Dewey Decimal system, Victor?”
“Uh, yeah. Sorta,” he says.
“Well, here is a cheat-sheet if you need a refresher,” the lady says as she hands him a bit of paper, before she gestures to a caddie. “You can start with putting these books back.”
Victor hums.
“If you need any help just holler,” the lady says, waiting for his nod before walking back to her desk.
With a sigh, Victor starts picking up books. After a few minutes, he starts losing himself in the task, barely noticing time passing by.
“Who are you?” A voice just besides him sounds making him jump.
“Wha-?” He turns to the side only to find nothing there. It’s only when he looks down that he spots the little boy staring right at him with big baby blues.
“Who are you?”
The kid squints. “I asked you first.”
And well, Victor can’t argue with that. “I’m Victor, I’m a volunteer. What’s your name?”
The kid is still squinting when he answers. “I’m Danny. Are you a ghost?”
“Uh,” Victor starts. “No?”
Danny smiles wide at that, showing his missing front teeth. “Great!” He chirps. “Hey, do you like space?”
“Sure?” Answers the teen, confused by the sharp change of topic.
“Really?” The kids eyes are shinning in excitement and Victor can’t help but smile a little at that.
“Yeah, space is cool,” he says.
“I think so too!” Danny has a giant smile on his face as he takes that as a go-ahead to start rambling. “Do you know that there’s no air in space? And it’s really really cold, like, colder than the North Pole even.”
“Wow, that’s really cold,” Victor says as he turns back to his books, and starts working again.
“Yeah! And why we’re ok is coz we have the oz-cone layer which keeps all the hot inside so-" rambles the kid as Victor continues filling the books.
As the day stretches, Victor thinks he should be annoyed, but it’s surprisingly pleasant. Definitely not the worst way to spend an afternoon.
#Victor Stone#Cyborg#cyborg dc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny fenton#this is pre-everything#I feel like Danny would be the kind of kid to corner an adult into listening to all his space facts#and Victor seems like the kind of guy that would listen to a kid like that#roxpox#roxpoxwrote
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Dc x dp idea 58
Nocturn strikes again.
He teams up with Danny’s rogues. Maybe bribes them. But they keep him up nonstop. Causing problems all through the night and day. So Danny has less sleep then normal. Like he hasn’t slept in 3 days.
Now Nocturn doesn’t start with amity. He targets heros. Modifying the helmets design to be harder to take off. More deadly to outside forces.
at some point Danny just drops. Nocturn has a special plan for him. Just using his powers to keep him in like a nightmare state. Somehow preventing him to wake up.
Sam and tucker stay up. They can’t deal with Nocturn alone. They do the one thing they never wanted to do. Ask for help.
They reach out to the justice league unaware it’s already happening in other towns.
It leads to Martian manhunter showing up. He gets Danny up. Then they can team up together to take on Nocturn.
Nocturn would be better prepared for a fight this time.
I just want Danny to team up with J’onn it would be cool.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#justice league#nocturn#martian manhunter#jonn jonzz#the two would be fun little team#Danny just dropping details about the Giw#he thinks it’s common knowledge#the fact a whole town went to another dimension#just a little spice#the trio don’t like asking for help#they choose not to ask#so no one knows about the portal problem#the adults just didn’t request help for some reason#Danny could be having a nightmare about the Giw#like them capturing him#add in angst if it’s stuff that already happen#nocturn making Danny relive his worst day#just a thought#everyone else has good dreams#nocturn needs the energy after all#only Danny has to suffer in that regard
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The royal couple on their wedding day
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp clockwork#Temporal trust#Yes that's their ship name#I checked#If you look closely#Danny has longer hair#It's supposed to represent the fact that he is OVER 18 AT THAT POINT#LIKE.... I DONT KNOW ....MAYBE HIS MID TWENTIES????#BOTH CONSENTING ADULTS THANK YOU VERY MUCH#just let me have this#I forgot to add his hazmat suit#It's okay! It it it's it's just that danny is wearing a dress#Yup that's it that's the reason it was intentional shut up#Danny can wear a dress if he wants to he's freaking ROYALTY!
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What if I... wrote an Ember-and-Youngblood-centric fic that just explores Ghost Zone piracy to a deeply self-indulgent level of detail?
#do you ever watch the ember episodes and just think about the legend of the pied piper and the fact that armies used to march with bands#because I'm a wretched little music geek and I do#and I'm also a piracy geek so. there's that.#promoting my Ember Could Be The Scariest Villain If She Had Worse Ambitions Than Stardom agenda#danny phantom#ember mclain my beloved#so like if we go with the headcanon that a ghost's appearance is based at least partly on their self image what does it say that youngblood#is completely impercievable to adults or even overly mature teenagers. THERE'S A BACKSTORY THERE I'M JUST SAYING#ember 🤝 youngblood: FUCK grown-ups
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it's crucial for me that in my dp/ppg crossover that the professor is NOT a father figure or even a mentor to danny he's just an adult that ultimately grows rlly attached to this kid that randomly waltzed into his life and just wants to look out for him
#basically i want danny to look @ the professor and go wow you're the kind of adult and/or teacher i wish i had met during highschool#i think my life would be sm easier had that happened#the reason why i'm putting sm emphasis on the professor not acting like a father to danny#is bc i don't like it when ppl try to replace jack (yk danny's actual dad) w someone else#like i promise danny actually loves his dad but can ultimately still have conflicted feelings abt him you guys#also there's the fact i think danny would benefit from being able to talk to someone other than jazz#abt what it's like being an immigrant son to immigrant parents whom you have a complicated relationship w and have different aspirations#than them specifically related to the s.t.e.m field along w grappling w intergenerational trauma in your family#dp x ppg#robi rambles
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another aspect i like abt detco is how sometimes conan doesn't even bother trying to prove the results of his investigation himself, he'll just gently guide the adults in the room to the conclusion. they're so caught up in the fact that the details suddenly align that they don't question what the fuck a literal six year old is doing hanging around the murder scene with a dead body still laying there
#shut up danni's talking#danni liveblogs#danni liveblogs detco#like sure conan can just do his regular thing where he'll pretend to be someone else and then explain it#but other times he's like hm no you've got this wrong how can i be a literal six year old but gently nudge them in the right direction#it's fascinating and i love it#also the fact that the adults forget abt the kid until the kid thinks they're getting derailed by the culprit is hilarious#also the ppl he's w all hearing abt smth going down and they turn away for a second and conan is just. gone. he's off
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Ethically I know it’s wrong and therefore I won’t do it
But sometimes I come across posts about ships and I just want to go “You’re not original, you’re not special, you’re obnoxious and frankly childish. Keep your shit out of the tags if you’re going to just be hateful. Until you have the balls to say that George R.R. Martin is a freak who deserves to die for problematic content like you say about randos on the internet, you need to sit down and shut up so the rest of us can exist without your bull in the tags of the things we like.”
Like yes I block them, and the ppl who encourage them in the tags, but it never kills the urge to snap at them.
Like on one hand, curate my own experience by blocking, on the other hand if no one counters and tells them that they’re wrong in so many ways and have turned disgust into morality that they would never hold against mainstream art and they’re regurgitating purity culture bullshit they may never actually realize why so many older members of fandom hate them and gets so aggressive and will continue to think that they’re in the right to be hateful and attack real people
#Danny rants#like someone needs to tell them#probably not me because I’ll call them a fucking idiot and that tends to put people on the defensive#but it does need to be told#I’ll probably delete this later I’m just annoyed rn#the amount of people who I thought were pretty cool and then a *fanon* created problematic ship exists and they turn so hateful and#aggressive#(and by fanon created i mean this was a ship that fanon decided had a father son relationship#despite the characters having a very different dynamic and one part of the ship saying ‘I don’t want you bowing to me I want you to be my#equal’ but fanon says father and son so clearly it’s basically incest)#and the amount of my own personal friends who have been attacked for liking ‘problematic ships’ by these people#who go ‘well no offense to those who ship it but it’s disgusting and not good at all and it’s pulled out of their ass and you’d have to be#a freak to like it’#is frankly unacceptable#I know fandom is a very small niche of the world but the people in it are very real and the people who are attacked because of purity#culture are very real and sometimes I feel like blocking does nothing because no one’s telling them to knock it off#also the fact that adults are doing it… have some awareness#go be a Greek mythology hater and tell Martin he’s a freak and leave randos alone online
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Throughout the years, Danny and Ra's get into fights. Unfortunately for Ra's, Danny's a biter. Unfortunately for Danny, biting immortals are never a good idea. Especially when your own DNA is beyond messed up
Imagine the look on Ra's face when they guy he likes fighting shows up with a baby in hand and says, "congratulations, you're a father"
Repeat it two more times because Danny just doesn't learn
Ohohoho, now this is quite fun. And this could be completely new children, or, this could be the three Al Ghul children. Which if it is? Is hilarious. And hey, Dusan even has Danny's white hair and green eyes!
But seriously I love this. Logically, Danny should learn to not bite, in fact? He knows how to fight, and can do so without biting. He's just also a petty little shit who will go feral when fighting this one asshole [insert relationship here].
Even more hilarious if Danny shows up throughout time too. And it's not like they exactly explain to anyone on the outside of their [insert relationship here], which definitely leads to so many misunderstandings and rumors.
Love the idea if this is even a semi-normal ghost thing. Just, usually the mixing of ecto is done on purpose, and not usually having to be worried about happening via blood. But Danny? Is a halfa, meaning that he is half human. And if he bit anyone else, it would probably have no effect, except for the fact that the human mouth carries quite a bit of bacteria and en ecto-contaminated one more so. So for anyone else, biting is an actual good option, but Ras? Also ecto-contaminated via Lazarus Pit.
Which is a different type of ectoplasm, like comparing saltwater to freshwater, but is still ectoplasm. If anyone else bit anyone else, it wouldn't happen. But no, Danny just has to have the habit of biting his immortal sparring asshole of a rival-buddy. And said buddy better be fine with co-parenting otherwise he's taking child support.
#ask answered#deadly decisions#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt?#prompts#immortal morally gray men & their trio of children#Unless Dan & Ellie are also there in which case#immortal morally gray men & their quintet of children#unless it's completely new children in which case behold their eight or so kids#*WHEEZE* Can you imagine if the kids ever ask how they were born#I mean this is some sort of godly/demigod creation myth shit#I bet Danny has fangs and I bet he uses them to his advantage when biting someone#He can get away with biting someone as a strategy via the fact that he can take out a solid chunk of flesh#Ras (holding baby): .... do I wish to know how#Danny with full judgement despite it being more of his fault: It takes two to tango bitch#adult danny#mom danny
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Clark has no context for why he’s freaking out. Danny has no context for what’s happening. Both are clueless to the greater mechanisms they’re both a part of, which makes me think it’d be super interesting to see how they’d learn and what the fallout would be.
Maybe Kara is off planet when Danny is introduced to the JL and for maybe a month or so afterwards. During that time Clark has been losing his mind over this 5’5 forever teenager. He’s been startling easily, talking less, the works. But he can’t help it. Every time he feels Danny in the vicinity the hair on the back of his neck stands on end and the pit of his stomach drops. It’s getting ridiculous. Bruce is about to stage an intervention.
Danny, meanwhile, has also been avoiding Clark for the totally opposite reasons. Something about the man of steel draws his eye and sets the core deep in his chest ticking with anticipation. More than once he’s caught himself following the older man (or god forbid Danny’s assigned JL mentor) through the building unintentionally, scary eyes out and fangs biting at the human gums that hide them. It feels predatory. And the protector spirit in Danny hates that.
Danny keeps meaning to ask Clockwork about it, but joining the JL does not translate to a lot of down time. Or at least that’s the excuse he tells himself to sleep at night. Still, when he gets the chance to pick a ghost’s mind about it, he takes the opportunity and Ember is happy to oblige.
“Oh. Baby-Pop, this ‘colleague’ of yours ain’t the Kryptonian is he?”
When Danny nods Ember cackles like a banshee. It feels a little excessive.
“Ooh my god.” She gets out finally. “That boy-scout is so damn lucky his ass got you.”
When Danny asks what she means she explains the ghosts’ hunting history with Kryptonians to him.
“But why would he be lucky I joined the League? Sounds like he’d be better off never running into me.”
Ember huffs.
“You’re a protector spirit Danny.” She answers like she’d just announced ‘the sky is blue’. “And a kind-of-alive one at that. If anyone could fight down the need to kill it’d be you.”
“Woah, woah, need to kill?”
“Jesus do you listen to a damn thing I say? What do you think happens if ghosts get stuck out in the living world without ectoplasm, we lay over and die again? Have to get sustenance somewhere.”
The night Kara comes back Clark is happy to have her and more than a little desperate to get this experience off his chest even at the cost of ruthless teasing. When he is instead met with abject horror he is a little concerned and a lot surprised.
As he chases after her down the hallways of the Watchtower toward the meeting room Batman usually haunts and which Clark knows is currently being used as a meeting place for Danny and Bruce to discuss ‘updated security measures’ he thinks this is exactly the kind of insanity he should have seen coming.
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!
#dp#dc#dp x dc#Danny finds out he’s a danger to some of the people he’s around and freaks the fuck out#immediately running to Batman like hello sir I need an adult to fix this for me#Batman takes out his super secret contingency plan making kaboodle and gets to work#Kara cannot believe she almost let Clark get murdered#forgetting of course that he is in fact a grown ass man#that’s her baby cousin and she left him alone with a stone cold hunter of kryptonians#and he didn’t even realize he was in danger#oh yeah#her hair is going grey as we speak
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College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row.
My take on this prompt Requested by @purplereaderfans
Danny looked up from his paper, a bright green crayon clutched in his small hand. Jazz patted his head with a quick smile, pushing her chair in so she could start making her way to the teacher, something about the wrong definition if Danny had heard what she'd been muttering correctly.
grumbling, Danny shook his head in an attempt to fix his hair. he hated how everyone was treating him like a child, he was sixteen, almost seventeen for Ancient's sake!
sure, he looked like he was three, but was this really necessary? head pats, baby talk, dumbed-down explanations; it's like they don't notice that he's still mentally a teenager. Like, seriously?
Mom and Dad had been the ones who created the damn device, they should know how to fix this, but did they? no, because; "Aww, Jack, look at him! Isn't our baby boy just the cutest!" and "Why yes, dear, we should get more pictures! It's not like every day a parent gets to witness their kid's toddler years again!"
danny hated it, even Vlad was treating him like a baby! Danny never wanted to hear the man try and speak to him like that again. it might actually be his new nightmare fuel, you know if he wasn't still using what happened with Dan and Pariah to fuel his consistent nightmares, that is.
Danny was ready to start blasting people's knees the next time someone so much as even hinted at dressing him up again. thankfully, for everyone's safety, Jazz noticed he was still mentally normal. She volunteered to take care of him while their parents worked on a way to reverse what their new ghost machine caused. (though he doubted it would be anytime soon, considering the GIW was acting up again.)
which, by the way, apparently wasn't supposed to have de-aged him, but in fact, just you know, 'barrow' his naturally made ectoplasm and knock him out for a few minutes. Ancients, his parents were insane.
he should have known they were going to do something stupid, but no; he had started slacking after revealing his phantom form and getting accepted by them. Because, again, why would he need to keep an eye on them and what they make when they promised to never try and hurt him and his normal rogues again?
they're adults, they should know how to handle themselves. but no.
oh, ho ho, was that such a big oversight on his part. they were Fenton's, of course, he should have kept an eye on them.
no longer making ecto weapons, his parents wanted to learn how to help peacefully capture raging ghosts and how to help heal the injured ones (mostly how to help Danny when he gets hurt). Noble, right?
right?
Wrong. somehow, they managed to create a de-aging device when they were trying to come up with a way to knock out an angry ghost without hurting them. How? Just how?? and what do they do without even testing to see if it would even work? use it on him. because, oh, danny's half ghost, and it's only supposed to make him tired right now, not knock him out. it should be fine.
and now he's a toddler.
a three-year-old toddler.
"psst!" someone hissed, dragging danny's attention away from his crumbled crayon. blinking, Danny dropped the crayon on the table and grumbled. this was the seventh crayon this morning, he really needed to get his strength under control before someone noticed.
"psst, hey kid!" they hissed again, making Danny sigh. turning his head, Danny glared at the weird dude who kept trying to talk to him. The dude usually talked to him like he was an adult, which Danny appreciated, if it wasn't for the fact the dude was hellbent on figuring out danny's secrets.
all because Danny scored more than him on a dumb test.
"What?" Danny grumbled, wiping the crayon crumbs off his hands and onto his pants. the dude, Danny thinks his name is Tam or something, frowned at Danny, watching him wipe the last of the obliterated crayon away.
"aliens," he hisses, leaning forward so he could stare more intently into Danny's eyes. "that has to be it, you and your sister are aliens. probably from some planet that's more advanced than ours."
danny blinked, studied the dude for a second, and blinked again.
"no," turning back, Danny grabbed another crayon and started filling out the worksheet in front of him, making sure to use as little of his super strength as possible.
the dude groaned and slammed his head onto his desk, the sound echoing out and around the silent room like a gunshot. Jazz snorted, pulling out her chair and sitting down. "that one has got to be one of the worst theories yet," she chuckled, turning her body to face the dude.
"you seriously can't believe my brother and I are aliens just because we got higher test scores, Tim." Jazz explained, casually leaning sideways in her seat so she could see him.
the dude, Tim, just groaned, slamming his head back into the desk, his voice muffled, "I wouldn't have a problem with it if it was just you," Tim lifted his head, glaring at him as Danny continued to carefully fill out his worksheet. "I can accept the fact that I'm not the smartest person in the room, I don't like it, but I can do it. I even respect it, having this much knowledge takes a lot of work and dedication, but him?"
"He's three, Jazz. he should be just starting to figure out the names of colors, and noticing differences between things. not astrophysics-level math questions from an April Fools gag test that our Psychology teacher jokingly gave us." Tim's eyes somehow got even narrower as he continued his rant. Danny valiantly tried to keep himself from laughing; Jazz said it was rude to laugh at people, especially if they weren't mentally all there, so he couldn't laugh.
but by the ancients was Tim making it hard.
with a fianl dash, danny smiled triumphantly. Setting the crayon down, he gave the paper a quick once over before deciding he was finally done filling it out.
now, for the moment he was waiting for; turning in his seat, Danny excitedly held up his paper, "Look jazz! I did it!" he had finally managed to complete the paper without ripping the page! and he'd only broken seven crayons! it was progress! there was hope! but Tim didn't need to know that, no, he needed to think Danny was excited about completing the paper.
Jazz, who was just as much of a gremlin as Danny, smiled as she patted his head, "Good job Danny! I'm so proud of you! why don't you go turn it in, I'm sure Mr. Kronmatil would love to see it."
smiling, Danny turned, climbed out of his seat, and started to make his way over to the teacher.
Tim grumbled in annoyance, his crazed theories and curses filling Danny's ears like the sweet sweet sound of music. if there was one good thing that came out of this whole fiasco, it was that Danny was able to work on his studies and cause as much chaos as possible while doing so.
being treated like a baby was all worth it when Danny turned and spotted the same confused and crazed look Tim had been giving him all week. yes, being de-aged wasn't fun, and he didn't appreciate being partially interrogated every time he entered the same room as Tim, but man it was so worth it when he knew he was driving one of the Gotham bat's nuts.
all because he scored higher than him on a test.
He couldn't wait to see Tim's face once the scores were announced tomorrow. He was so going to tell Lady Gotham all about it later.
#danny phantom#dp#dc#jazz fenton#danny fenton#dcau#dp x dc#dc x dp#Tim Drake#De aged Danny#Preschooler Danny#Gotham University#good fenton parents#Tiny Danny#Smart Danny#de aging#Tim is losing in University to a preschooler#Danny keeps forgetting Tim's name#he just knows tim's red robin#jazz does not
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Jazz takes care of a de-aged Danny, and they lay low in Gotham. But just because Danny’s body is younger doesn’t mean his powers have lessened. In fact, they’ve only grown harder to control. Having the energy of a child makes containing his powers harder (just like when he first got them) until they realize that Danny’s powers are much easier to control when he can get rid of some of his excess energy. Jazz hears about a free gym open to all that is also meta-proof (more durable) from a wonderful woman at the library. (Lookin at you Babs)
The gym has a gigantic kids play area, along with classes for all ages and a training area complete with an American Gladiator style obstacle course for adults. Jazz will use the obstacle course sometimes when her boss has fully ticked her off. Stephanie and Cass volunteer there whenever they can. Jason always sends the alley kids there too because it’s close by and a safe place. Dick leads a class there whenever he can.
Dick actually holds the record for the obstacle course. Until Jazz gives it a go after a particularly trying day. She doesn’t realize there’s a record. She never would have used the course if she’d known. Training with Pandora and Fright Knight gave her plenty of advantages with how she can use her liminality and she definitely doesn’t need to stand out.
But again, she doesn’t know there’s a record. Or that someone saw her going repeatedly through the course (Stephanie) and decided to time her on her next go. (She doesn’t film without permission because she’s respectful of boundaries like that) She does post Jazz’s time in the Batfam group chat to take Dick down a couple notches though.
Or someone else (not Batfam, just a random citizen) takes a video of her doing the course and posts it on the internet and now they (Jazz and Danny) have to stay one step ahead of Vlad, the Batfam, their parents, and avoid the GIW. How hard can it be?
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#jazz fenton#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#jasmine fenton#dc x dp au#anger management ship#hardcover ship#someone please yoink this#I love watching people do those courses#also a race between Jazz and Dick would be AMAZING#Jason might fall in love a bit#not because she beat Dick although that’s a plus#but because she beat up a couple of thugs#he was a civilian at the time and saw her defending her son and HAD to help#and she definitely accidentally punched Jason in the face#it was awesome#she apologized profusely#Danny laughed#and invited him over for dinner#Jazz reluctantly agreed it was the least she could do#Jason was touched until they tried to cook and almost burned down the kitchen#then he took over so they wouldn’t poison him#meanwhile Dick is having an existential crisis and is simultaneously super excited that one of his students beat him
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Birds and wings and hope Part 13
Masterpost
Danny had thought hat if he finished with Frostbite early that he would spend a few days in the zone to catch up with some of the other ghosts. He hadn’t wanted to with the wings. It wasn’t that Danny was ashamed of the wings, not from the fact of having different features, but Frostbite had seemed certain that Danny was in a heavily mutable state right then. The more people that knew Phantom with wings, the more likely they were to stick as they cemented in consciousness and identity.
Or something like that.
Danny had a whole stack of reading tucked away in his chest to go through later.
Just wanting time alone, Danny had given himself somewhere between an hour and a day (time was hard to tell in the zone) to sulk among the sparks and dust that were long dead stars before forced himself to get a grip and go home. He was an adult for, well, him sake he guessed. He could deal with this.
The reading set on the left side of the coffee table with a fresh notebook next to it. It wouldn’t do to mix up this work with his actual work, so Danny was sure to pick out one with a green cover from the stash that he kept on hand of his favorite dot patterned paper notebooks. He’d draw a blob ghost or something on it later. A few color pens and a highlighter joined the little pile, set in a battered and chipped Amity Park tourist trap mug.
Sam had gotten it for Danny as a present due to the so hideous it was funny caricature of Phantom on it.
On the right side of the coffee table went a box of protein bars, electrolyte drinks, suck’em candies, and Danny’s well stocked pill container. He moved the coffee table a little closer to the couch, turned the TV on to a playlist of Mythbuster episodes, and made sure he had his favorite blanket in hand before he transformed back.
And fuck that hurt. Pain shot up Danny’s back, radiating up through his shoulders, and shooting along his Lichtenberg scars so intensely that they burned. Danny collapsed inelegantly onto the couch with a defeated whimper.
Maybe it was the wings? Did having a different set of limbs as a ghost cause transfered muscle aches to his human form? He didn’t even have muscles as a ghost, not really, but the mind was a very powerful thing and not even Frostbite was entirely sure of how exactly the two parts of a halfa effected each other.
After the worst of the pain had dulled slightly, Danny managed to toss back his medication (missing doses while Phantom never did him any good) and pulled the candies close enough that he could use them as a distraction for his senses. Slowly the muscle relaxant worked its magic and Danny became a boneless lump. The episodes of Mythbusters idly distracted him as he just let his thoughts drift over what Frostbite had said.
Frostbite was sure that there had to be a reason— or several— that Danny’s form had shifted into a bird and after retained the wings still. Frostbite felt the first step to this all, if Danny was determined to either control or to get an understanding of where this all was going, was to understand the subconscious or symbolic particulars of the change.
The why Frostbite felt was clear: Danny had been without a haunt for too long now. Yes, he accepted, the pollen may have certain accelerated matters (hence the full bird then and only the wings now), but Frostbite was admit that the change wouldn’t have been occurring at this stage if Phantom had still been the protector of Amity Park.
Phantom had a purpose in Amity Park. Phantom was a protector and guardian. That guardianship extended to a very limited range. Now that Amity Park was many, many years behind him and Danny was living in a place already full of its own protectors, the Phantom part of Danny was left adrift which allowed for this new stage of ghosthood.
Why couldn’t his ghost half just be happy with a nice long nap?
“Fuck you, Phantom,” Danny grumbled as he watched a car be vaporized upon impact on the screen. Idly Danny wondered if he could get an object up to that speed if he flew fast enough.
Several hours and several protein bars later, Danny was managing to sit up enough to start going through some of the reading Frostbite had sent and make notes. Two more episodes and delivered Indian food later, Danny scrawled on the top of a fresh page ‘The Subconscious & Symbolic Particulars of Wings’.
Why on earth and beyond did he have wings?
‘Flying’, Danny wrote first and then as many reasons he could think of why he loved flying from the freedom of it to space to the way that it felt to move through a cloud. ‘Freedom’ branched off into movement and escape and getting to become his own person without the weight of Amity. ‘Gravity’ and ‘Identity’ sprawled into transformation and his death and the million of ways that it had changed everything about his life.
It was hard to think about.
Danny turned the page.
‘Wings’. Wings and feathers. Birds. Pigeons and crows and ducks and robins. And Robins. Biblically accurate angels who created the cosmos. Hope. And always hope.
“‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers — ”
Hope and Robins and Bats.
And always hope.
Was Gotham his haunt?
Was he the thing with feathers?
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AN: shhhhh I've been writing as my wind down before sleep. Also special prize for @stoiczee. I promise we'll see more batfam next part. Danny just needed some time to react!
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