#Desiree the genie

[cypherscript]

Make a meaningful wish writing prompt.

Danny Phantom but it works under the Lilo and Stitch series rule of finding where the ghosts belong without causing massive chaos and destruction. Some are easy *cough* boxghost *cough*, some are hard like Vortex. ____________________________________________________

"Look Desiree, I understand you grant wishes but this last bout of wishes was to far." Danny taps on a clipboard as he sits across from Desiree the wishing ghost. "Fourteen counts of angsy teenage rebellion, three counts of Fiction to Fact, two counts of wishful thinking and a single count of... Why would you even grant that wish?"

"It's not my choice which wish I grant, my liege. I must grant that which i hear."

"How about this; I wish you could choose which wish to grant."

"That is a generous thought my liege but I have thought of that before. My limitation is from my soul, I have not figured out how to undo it."

"How about this, if we can fixed your wishing problem. Do you mind using your powers for a good cause? No janking the wishes or making them turn bad."

"It depends on the situation. I refuse to grant the wishes of men."

"The humans have this foundation that grants wishes for terminally ill children. Think you can help out? I think you'll really like working with them." Desiree's harsh look softens very slightly and agrees, Danny thinks for a moment, "Now your soul issue, I might know a guy who can help with that, it'll involve some paperwork though. Connie owes me one... or two... or twenty."

"No! Absolutely not! Anyone but him!" _____________________________________________________

*Jump cut to human disguised Danny and Desiree sitting in a cafe.*

"I want it on record that I despise this plan."

"Duely noted, besides Connie's the best person who can rework soul problems."

"Yes because he's the universe's soul whore," Desiree says exasperatedly, her jewelry drawing the other patrons attention.

Danny gestures to lower her volume, "Will you keep it down, do you want the whole dimension to hear you?"

"Yes. Immensely so."

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

I gave Desiree eyebrows. Last time I wasn’t sure if they would be seen with her hair and jewerly but I gave it a try. I read a lot of Middle Eastern People have thick eyebrows and she’s suppose to be Arabian, or atleast I headcanon her as Arabian. I think they look pretty good!

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[hattafan2593]

Desiree from Danny Phantom

[anguishedlurker]

(grabs you by the shoulder) Hi. 2.1k words.

Very little leaves Desiree horrified, you see.

She’s a genie, a djinn if you’re being weird about it; Genies grant wishes, and the desires of others can be…Well, rather fucked up.

And the people who could only be saved by a wish are those in such desolate state that Fate itself would prefer to pretend they don’t exist, the birsmirchment on existence too great to admit to.

If she was kinder about her wishes to such folk, that was between her and her final obliteration.

But her point was, most people wanted to use her to be lazy. To not have to dirty their hands with the task they set before her, be it in laziness or attempted refusal of responsibility for their actions. Murder was a fantastically common example of the latter.

So picture; She’s finally broken the brats latest attempts to ward her out of the town, and risen through the building.

Maybe she even left already and came back to leave a nasty surprise for the brat, who knew but for her, really?

The brat had been slumped over on a desk, talking to a painted rubber duck, the red head and cyan body oddly bright in the room.

As odd as it was, she couldn’t claim to care about it. Soliloquizing to inanimate objects was not as uncommon as people liked to pretend.

What was odder was that she snuck up on him, but the answer was simple; He had a cough.

A slight wheeze that had him choking and spluttering on the slightest of wrong movements easily hid the gasp of cold the brat gave.

It was a perfect chance, really.

For someone who had a more offensive powerset, that was. He wasn’t so inexperienced anymore; Any real fight would be her end.

Still, she could be annoying in the mundane sense. She just needed to figure out how while he was distracted.

And then her spotlight towards her goals, once he had stopped coughing.

“I just wish I could go back to when I wasn’t in danger. Just… just safe again.”

By all rights, this one should've been easy.

See, she had world ending powers by all accounts. Time, or the illusion thereof, being rewound on a global scale was not an object.

Obsession bloomed in her core, and her work should’ve been done in moments as she purred out “As you desire.”

It really shouldn’t have taken any thought. Most people’s words are easy to define away into the unideal or downright harmful.

The caveat to that is that she must still abide by her own definitions and technicalities, if no-one else’s could be abused.

But hey, sometimes a wish is genuinely complicated. Sometimes it has a lot of fiddly bits to pull off or needs extra information she didn’t get to look at before jumping in.

Safe is… Safe is a funny word, she’d have to say. Any of the living could trip on steps and die on impact. They’d be terribly unlucky, but not the first to die in such a manner.

So any definition had to, by default, forbid such realities from counting. If it counted, then there was no time at all she could send him.

It had to be his own specific problems.

It should’ve been automatic; Put him before the portal, maybe by a couple of years. Maybe make him a baby again. Who cares?

Safe is an annoying word. Safe is a word that cannot be defined by any one person to fit a whole, and must be assessed on a case by case basis.

The brat was a child. Children, to be safe, would be in low physical danger with access to basic physical needs.

She wasn’t sure what she bounced off of, at first. She had to look to find out.

The Fenton parents had never abided an OSHA law in their lives. They might argue that there were no established laws for their work, and she might have granted plausibility to such an argument if common sense had not evaded them so thoroughly.

No gun with a safety had been created in the house. Every stove repaired hardly better than standing near a wildfire.

She could ignore physical needs, at least, though the images left a bad taste in her mouth. A pantry stocked, as was their job. Never more. Never at the dinner table, never cooking.

His sister did that.

But Desiree could go further back.

Further.

And even further.

Sharp glass, contaminated labs let to the children to clean, insane behavior towards any electronic.

Could she even count the food as fine? They had no issues with letting cross contamination happen.

Young. Younger. Youngest.

Eight, nearly dead by proto-gun. He would never comprehend how lucky he was.

Six, they left for the week. For once they had not remembered to restock the pantry. Jasmine herself was not legally old enough to care for him, anyhow.

Four. They hadn’t learned to keep samples out of the fridge from the first poisoning, clearly.

Two. Can’t they keep a toddler out of the lab? It couldn't be that hard...

Zero should not be an age she ever looked at. But from the day he was brought home, he was in danger.

Now though, in this mess of a wish, she was dragged forward by her obsession.

It had to be complete. She could help or harm but she had to do it, she had to fulfill a desire as stated.

And all through the pregnancy, there was never a time where the contamination was acceptable. She never stopped.

Maddie Fenton would be dead before she’d consider fixing either.

Desiree shouldn’t have made it this far in the search to complete the wish, yet she couldn’t undefine safe to fit. The child would need to be in no notable danger from his environment.

The wish was uncompleteable without reaching through time to mess with these idiots neurons. Whatever her illustrative powers to force the world to turn back, or seem to, there were too many steps involved to both turn back the clock and change the people in the past. Whatever happened needed to be a logical consequence of one or the other, not both.

Such a wish would’ve, should’ve, left her drained yet smug.

Instead she had watched this boys life flash before her eyes and was left to wonder if CPS was a myth the living spoke of.

Vision clearing, cracks moving along her core, she was left blinking up at him.

She knew a lost fight when she got into one, and it took hours to lose him. She was lucky she couldn’t hear him over the wind and her thrumming core, she was certain of that.

He had no issues leveraging her obsession against her any of the previous times, so why now?

It all left her hiding out in a warehouse, glaring the Box Ghost into submission.

Lucky her, most ghosts thought she was stronger than she actually was. Even in their own piece of land she was believed to be best dealt with by not interacting.

She was sure the moment she touched a box it was time to leave again, but she just…

She needed time.

The child was a brat, to be certain. She would not be swayed on this topic.

A brat with a sad life, and a sad little burden all on his lonesome.

But she’d known that, hadn’t she? Never questioned it. Mocked him for it.

Dead, or a creepy little boy with creepy powers?

Creepy powers that could very well get him killed the rest of the way if his parents found out. Who knew what the lunatics would do.

A brat with nobody meaningfully in his corner. Nobody who both cared and was capable of protection.

Maybe that’s why he was Obsessed with protecting other people. Nobody who mattered for the job had deigned to do it for even a single moment in his life.

“I, THE BOX GHOST, HAVE RESIGNED TO ASKING YOU WHY YOU ARE HEErrrEEE.” The fool shouted, waving his arms. Boxes rattled around her in a threat display.

She was forced to give due respect to the display, and calmly put her hands up in accordance; Anything could be a formidable weapon if one were determined enough to make it work.

“I got ran off by the brat, and this has enough energy and low visibility on his radar.”

There wasn’t much need to lie.

Box Ghost seemed to assess this, floating around her in a circle path before shrugging.

“What, so, a day that ends in Y?” He asked, dropping the facade.

“It’s more… how I lost, than that I lost.” She offered carefully. She was in Box Ghost’s lair, and she knew that her welcome was thin to start with.

She suspected the look on Box’s face was more stink eye than proper appraisal.

“Look, I don’t want to fend you off. I’ll lose too many boxes doing that if you’re just… floating here. But I was hoping to have Lunch Lady over.” Box expressed, annoyed.

“As you desire.” She mocked, lifting towards the ceiling. This was not her territory to fight over, and she had so few offensive options if Box got a bright idea.

“Don’t even joke.” He groaned, going back to… categorizing boxes?

Not her Obsession, not her curiosity. She is out.

It still left her with a slightly cracked core and an angry teenager tearing his life to pieces to find the altered piece, looking for her all the while.

She was plenty capable of granting more wishes, at least. It would make her heal faster to do so.

Quiet, easy, mostly inane and stupid. Holding herself back from screwing people over too royally, lest the brat find her much too quickly.

It was easy and largely mind-numbing. He wanted money, she wanted the ‘stupid cunt’ to shut up, they as a collective wanted free-time to go camping.

A couple of twenties in the house to cover more groceries if noting else, all that took was a brief possession and staring more intently at the antagonistic woman's own computer, and it wasn’t hard to clear the troublesome one’s schedule.

Can’t have a schedule be blocked off if his abusive bitch of a girlfriend/fiance is dead in a car crash two hours from then.

She was forced to look at the pathetic mortals life for much too long. Truly, how does one get so insecure?

That was the highlight of her wish granting, honestly. It stopped her from going thinking about the child.

She had to tell him. She knew that. But she didn’t know how to do that.

But she didn’t want to think about it! Why go around making it her problem if she didn’t need to?

And now, an apartment in the bad side of town, obviously not meeting any sort of housing standard. There was a girl on the phone, sobbing away.

An easy mark to camp out, as she kept an ear to the rest of the apartment.

She was left to stew, again.

He was a brat that was owed more than he’d ever been given, and who hated her for perfectly good (and irrefutable) reasons.

She had to do more, too. But she didn’t know what yet.

Most people slightly sucked. Human nature and all that. Being a brat was hardly uncommon.

She also shouldn’t care that much.

But she did.

“I just wish he c-could give a real… I just-! He could be better! W-why isn’t he better??” She wailed.

Easy mark.

She had to conclude that it was another sad mark as the scene unfolded in her head.

Anyone could be better, but often there was nothing of meaning to salvage.

She was the other woman, strung along as he played both- no, all four women like cheap instruments.

Ew.

Of course his main girlfriend was suspicious too, and just as much of a cunt as he was. If she found out it wouldn’t be his ass on the line, it'd be the women.

And maybe, just maybe, that hit her where it hurt as she closed the wish by making him have his come-to-Jesus moment and resolve to dump all four and pack himself off to another state.

That might be her problem over all; She cared about those in bad spots. Tight situations that weren’t their fault.

She could see why the man would be called charming, even, having flipped through the pages of memory to figure out why this wish would occur.

And no child picked their parents.

Maybe she knew someone she could set up to watch him. That might be a better option.

Eight, six, four, two, zero. Never safe. Barely loved. If anyone had an ax to grind, he’d be helpless and left to dry in the cold in an instant.

She had to tell him, at least. Lunch Lady had truce with him, right? A message could be passed.

She hoped it could be seen as genuine.

She knew it wouldn’t be, but she had to anyways.

Thinking about Danny wishing to go back to a time where he wasn't constantly in danger, and Desiree not being able to find a time in his life that can fit the bill so just,,, nothing happens.

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 72

Danny is Tim’s twin.

Clockwork kidnapped him or maybe the parents sold him off. Regardless he ended up with the Fentons as a baby. No idea he’s not theirs.

Tim finds out he has a twin somehow.

On a completely totally unrelated note Desiree had left amity park and was in Gotham. Danny had been following her.

Tim makes a wish.

Something along the lines of wishing to grow up with him.

The world get rewritten just like it did for Sam. Lucky for Danny and crew. After the events sam described they all where version of the deflectors. Danny’s modified not to harm him.

So danny with no memories of the new rewritten world. Just knows Tim’s wish.

Now he has none of his powers just his memories. Danny just had to fix this some phone.

[atomictiki]

...DAMMIT...

[spookberry]

You know what would be cute? If Gigi Grant saw Desiree fight with Danny Phantom and went "Omighoul, hi Auntie!~"

Desiree isn't an actual Genie. Shes a ghost meant to resemble a genie. So I can't really see her being related to Gigi.

If anything I think in DP lore its more interesting to consider Desiree as the origin for the Western idea of what a genie is. She isnt a djinn or genie or anything like that, shes just a woman who had her whole life taken from her and in death has been cursed to only ever be able to grant the wishes of others but never her own. Tho she did at some point get locked in a genie lamp which I can only presume is cuz some previous enemy of hers wished it so.

[chaotictoon]

Monster Girl Alphabet : G

G is for Genie

Genie a spirit of Arabian folklore, frequently depicted as being imprisoned within a bottle or oil lamp and as being capable of granting wishes

[thesoulspulse]

I had to cut back on a few ideas so it didn’t look too complex, but here’s my Eldritch AU Desiree! Unlike the original she was already immensely powerful until one day a mortal deceived her, trapping Desiree in a bottle like many other djinn. So this time around the way she grants wishes is all out of malicious compliance to indirectly kill anyone foolish enough not to choose their words more wisely. On rare occasions Desiree comes across an innocent soul and tends to take it easy on them, especially struggling young women and children. As you can imagine she’s not a fan of mortal men since it was one of them who tricked her into the bottle but legend says Desiree did fall in love with a man once, a sultan, who despite his rank treated her with great care before promising to free her at long last.

Alas, it was not to be.

Believing Desiree to be nothing but a simple harem girl, in a fit of jealousy the queen stole her prized bottle and threw it over the castle wall where it was soon buried in the sand, forgotten. Unable to stray far from her prison Desiree suddenly vanished before the sultan’s eyes. He searched the palace high and low but could find no trace of her. Fearing that she had been abducted by someone who uncovered her true identity the sultan spent his remaining years traveling across his kingdom to rescue her but never saw Desiree again. Their kingdom fell a few years later to a bandit raid when the queen was left behind during one of his many trips. No one knows what became of him either. Did he return to a city in ruins? Die far from his home? Who can say.

To this day Desiree waits beneath the rolling sands, hoping to once more catch a glimpse of the sun and grant enough wishes to free herself once and for all. That is why it is said there is a limit of three wishes to each owner of the bottle. It’s because if they made any more than that and she would become too powerful for anyone to control. Ironic isn’t it? Desiree gains her power from wishes and yet is exploited by humans to have their deepest desires granted, usually not fully understanding the cost or possible consequences of tampering with an entity with “phenomenal cosmic power” at her fingertips.

[multimusesblog]

Vlad masters was dead he had used all his powers and abilities to create what he thought would be his ultimate legacy. He created a son using the dna of his true love and his own ghost powers along with the power of the ghost king who was still locked away. He had hoped to create a heir for both worlds , a powerful hybrid , and he had succeeded. He called himself dreven and was already 19 but had vast knowledge of the ghost world from the ghost king , technology and business intelligence from vlad .

Within the weeks of his birth he had already taken over all the companies his father had left and perfected them to increase financially. However he had other agendas to rule he would need generals . One he knew how to bind to himself , he had bought the lamp of a certain ghost one that he knew why she was bound in . Placing his hand on the lamp and using his ghost energy he spoke a calling to her

“Desiree, Desiree your king call upon you from your prison come forward and bind yourself to me and I shall lift your punishment for you to serve your king.”

@truedomdaddymaster

[Danny Phantom: Desiree]

The call got Desiree's attention and she came out of her lamp, directing an almost annoyed glare at him. Mainly because she didn't exactly like being treated like some servant for people's wishes and desires, due to her past. She assumed that was what he wanted.

[cypherscript]

Once more unto the Breach writing prompt

"Run Dann-o! RUN!" Jack Fenton slams his armored fists into an undead Maddie Fenton flying at them, her hazmat suit bearing a rudimentary hand shape. He grabs the figure's hand as it grasps his chest, Danny hesitates before turning invisible and flying back to Fentonworks and through the portal.

"This needs to be put to an end. Everything's gone..." Phantom blurs as his speed increases, looking for a specific haunt. Passing destroyed lairs and islands; Skulker's hunting grown withered, Ghostwriter's library is burning and the Zone is quiet.

Pariah's keep still stands, the skeleton army long gone, inside Phantom finds the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage. Their spirits weeping inside their artifacts.

He heads to Duat region; spotting who he was looking for he slams into them, causing her to scream and blast him. "Phantom! I never thought, they couldn't have gotten you."

"They haven't, Desiree. Everyone's gone, I need your help." Phantom floats up and sets her right as he apologizes.

"I-I can't. I can't fight them, I can't.." She

"I need you to grant a wish."

"No! Please don't, a wish is what caused this. I can't undo it. They've gained to much power."

"Desiree... Please, I- As your king, you must do this, I command you."

"Yes, sire..." Desiree glowers as she bows.

"I would go to Clockwork or Frostbite for the map but I can't; their," Phantom bites back a sob, "They're gone."

Desiree's anger lessens slightly and sighs, "Make your wish my sire and make it a good one."

"You may not be able to stop the Black Lantern Corps but I can. Not now but back then, I've lost to many people, my core is breaking. I Wish for you to send me back in time before the Black Lantern Corps came to be, before the Black Hand used the cosmic divining rod when he was William Hand. I will save our loved ones and our people."

"So you have wished it, so shall it be." Desiree gives her king a kiss on the cheek before casting him back in time. A black fist erupts from her chest, her core shattering, "You will not get me, you will not get my king. I am at peace because there will be Balance... He has wished it."

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

For @ectoberhaunt Day 10, when greeting new potential wishers, Desiree usually makes a rather dazzling entrance with her lamp!✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Helps put them at ease rather than just run for the hills like most would seeing a genie ghost come out of a lamp🪔🧞‍♀️

What do u think? Would you make a wish? I’d love to know💖

[321spongebolt]

I have this idea for a movie based on Genie from “Aladdin”. This is based on multiple duets of “Friend Like Me” I’ve seen. One alternate version of Genie I was thinking should be a female version from an alternate reality where Jasmine was her owner.

Like Pinkie Pie and Unikitty, this female Genie is funny, energetic, and has four-wall breaking powers.

Like Tikal and Penny Ling, she has a loving and compassionate side. She loves hugs and handshakes, and for boys, she’ll be happy to kiss you.

Her body structure can be the same as Desiree or Carlota’s, only, unlike Desiree, she’s not evil and sinister.

Credit for the Pinkie Pie vector goes to DeviantArt user CrunchNugget.

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

dp x dc prompt: you're my dad now au

danny goes to the edge of town to brood.

his parents are as hazardous to his safety as ever and jazz keeps calling him from college to convince him to stop being phantom and act like a normal kid. he thinks he deserves the right to vent a little, if only to himself. he doesn't want to bother sam and tucker in the middle of the night again.

"i wish i could have a family i can be honest with. people i wouldn't have to hide injuries from. who would have my back and who would understand i don't patrol in the middle of the night because i want to, but because someone needs to do it," he says with a sigh.

he doesn't notice desiree's out to play until it's too late.

"well, i guess that's one way to get rid of you, ghost boy. your wish is granted!"

and he's teleported right inside the batcave.

well, danny's always been one to roll with the punches.

"hello! it's nice to meet you," he says brightly to a scowling batman. "i guess you're my dad now."

[nelkcats]

Quacked up

Danny never thought that Desiree was serious on her threats, or at least the threats that had to do with "turning him into a duck and abandoning him in another dimension."

But it seems that even ghost genies had their limits, because the third time he "ruined her plans," she made good on her threat. Danny wasn't worried about Amity, Team Phantom could take care of that just fine.

He was more concerned about his webbed feet and duckbill. Plus the fact that he showed up in the middle of a warehouse occupied by mobsters, although the supposed mobsters were more involved in trying to catch him (were his ears wrong or had he heard an "aww"?) than killing him. One of them even named him "Duck Hood."

Jason didn't know how to feel watching all his employees chase a duck. It was a weird duck, with glowing green eyes (was it possible for a duck to dive into the pits??), and he was sure he saw it float by at some point, but at least his "lair" was a little more lively.

He wondered if he should give it to Damian or keep it.

[satoshy12]

A wish that was fulfilled, Baby Danny as son of Bruce and Selina returns home. Thanks to Desiree searching for that one moment he was safe.

Tw:" Angst

Without thinking, Danny wished to go back to a time where he was secure; after all, the many fights and getting shot by his parents didn't do well for his morals.

He is tired and wants to sleep and be in peace.

Desiree heard it and searched for a moment in his life and only the earliest moment was before being kidnapped as a baby and found by the Fentons.

Desiree had kind of high standards and thought to do it the right way. She will give him back how he was before he was taken.

Gotham

That was how Selina saw in her room a genie holding a baby who looked too familiar, BUT IT WAS SO MANY YEARS AGO!

Desiree:" Don't lose him again. "

Selina wanted still scream he was kidnapped from her.

Desiree:" It was super hard to find one point in his life where he wasn't in danger! Stupid wish. "

Selina:" Is he who I think he is? My baby Alan?"

Desiree:" Yeah. I turned him into a toddler too; I felt bad you missed raising him. Just make sure he is safe."

Selina:" Well, I wish for enough money to take care of my baby."

Desiree for once just did the wish, and Selina got enough money for her old enemy to be at least 2 years old.