#eventually this somehow gets the justice league's attention

[dyinggirldied]

Danny, burnout and exhausted of being the basically only one who can fight ghosts but still gets villainized and hated by the people he saved, decides he's done.

Because he's 14 he runs to another city, one where his parents and GIW cannot willy dilly do whatever they want. Yes, he runs to Gotham. Without telling anyone.

At Gotham, he ultilizes his intelligence in making fake ID and studies at a normal if a bit run down Gotham high school, not the fancy one where Tim or Damian is studying because 1) he's trying to lay low and 2) he hates the rich. He uses an old abadoned fire station as his home.

It's all fine and dandy. He doesn't need to intervene much since there are plenty of vigilantes in this city and he's free to just...focus. On himself, his education.

Meanwhile, Amity Park is literally and metaphorically under fire with his absence.

[spacedace]

“Hey, I need to get married for bullshit Infinite Realms reasons, you two in?”

“Tt, of course.”

“Sure thing! Do we need to get going for that like, right now? Or later?”

“Eh, like in a couple of hours? The Observants are demanding some Royal Ball or something and they pulled out some stupid old laws out of their collective asses that if I’m not married by the time it starts they can assign me spouses of their choosing, can you fucking believe that shit?”

“Woah, what the hell? Can they even do that?”

“I was under the impression they were only permitted to observe.”

“Right? It’s total crap, but apparently there’s like this super old law on the books and they didn’t bring it up until now when there’s like no time left to try and force me to marry someone they pick.”

“They are training to gain influence over you?”

“Eh, more like they’re trying to get control of my Dad by way of me. But still fucked as hell.”

“So why do you need to marry both of us? Or do you just need to marry one of us and we should play rock paper scissor for it?”

“Technically I only need to marry one of you, but I don’t want them pulling out any loopholes or something. So, it’d be great if one of you could be my consort for my role as Queen of Mirrors, and one could be my consort for my role as Crown Princess. You two can figure who’s who on that all that, I’m good with whatever.”

“Oooh, can I be consort for the Mirror Court? I can annoy Kon more that way.”

“I am amenable to that. Grandfather will have a fit when he learns that I can cut his access to the Pits off at my discretion and there’s nothing he can do about it.”

“Awesome, okay are you two good for meeting up at like, three? We can pop over to my Lair and get everything sorted out there.”

“Works for me, my only class til this afternoon is at one and the professor already said we’re cutting out early because she has to go out of town this weekend.”

“Four would be more agreeable if possible, I have to take Titus to the vet for his checkup.”

“Okay let’s aim for four then. It’s just signing some paperwork, making some quick blood-slash-ectoplasm pacts and swearing a couple binding oaths… Should only take like five or ten minutes?”

“They’re not gonna make you have a huge royal wedding or anything?”

“Nah. Dad keeps things pretty chill so as long as the paperwork is all in order we’ll be good. Though once Auntie Dorathea finds out she’s absolutely gonna make us have one. She loves planning weddings. Swear its what she makes her hoard out of somehow.”

“So long as we have a say in some of the proceedings I have no issue with that eventuality.”

“Same, it sounds like it’d be a fun way to annoy the Observants even more.”

“Don’t for get all the weirdos trying to be my suitors and all that bullshit.”

“We have an accord then. We can reconvene at the usual place.”

“Awesome, you two are the best! I gotta jet and let everyone know and get the ball rolling on the paperwork stuff. See you guys at four!”

With that, Nomad - Stella Phantom, Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms, Queen of Mirrors, Core of the Speedforce and ghostly hero of the Titans and the Justice League - tore a rip in the fabric of space and time and darted out of the room the same way she came. Through the mind-bending tear in reality the eerie, eye-searing green of the Infinite Realms glowed in all its unsettling glory, Phantom Keep a glittering expanse of night sky made solid in the distance.

Jon waved at her cheerfully as Damian gave a nod of farewell before both silently turned their attention back to their respective tablets as the portal closed behind their friend and teammate and the glimpse of the Ghost Zone disappeared again. Completely unbothered by the conversation just held or the life changing implications that came with them.

Jon was humming as he tapped away at something on the screen before him, Damian propping his head up on his fist in vague boredom as he frowned down at the information he was reading.

The rest of the room Nomad had left behind was caught in a frozen, stunned silence in the wake of the baffling conversation they’d all just been witness to. All eyes in the room darted between Flamebird and Pheonix seated calmly at the end of the table, then to the space where Nomad had disappeared to, back to the young men, and then towards the head of the table where Superman and Batman sat looking bewildered and a bit on the verge of heart attacks.

The short status update meeting was about to become much, much longer it seemed.

Though a lot more entertaining.

[fancyfeathers]

Okay I was playing Honkai Star Rail and I just had a thought for Yandere DC…

Hal Jordan with a Trailblazer/Nameless!Darling, a member of the Astral Express Crew

For those who have not played Honkai Star Rail, the Nameless are a group of people who travel the space and the worlds in between on a train called the Astral Express which was created by a god like being called Akivili, the Aeon of Trailblaze. When Akivili disappeared the Astral Express crashed and the wreckage was eventually found and repaired and now they are retracing Akivili’s steps, repairing the star rail, and sealing away these things called stellarons, the cancer of all worlds, which threaten the galaxy.

So it would only be natural that the Astral Express catches the attention of the Justice League or the Green Lantern Corps (I cannot take the fact that they are the space police seriously lol) and let’s say earth is effected by a stellaron and the Astral Express comes to deal with it…

I imagine his darling is actually from Earth, somehow ending up lost in the stars and being found by the navigator, named Himeko, and an old animator, named Welt, and was given a home on the Astral Express. So the two of them have somewhat similar stories like when he became a Green Lantern and she became a Trailblazer, but still she is just normal, has no abilities, with no way to defend herself like the others on the Astral Express. To me Hal is the delusional and protective type and the fact that this girl has faced a doomsday beast, sealing a stellaron that was responsible for the eternal freeze of a planet, encountering people called Stellaton Hunters who have an extremely high bounty on their heads, been in a world of dreams where they stopped the use of a stellaron to brainwash everyone, and more…

And now she is going to deal with the one that was threatening earth. What if she gets hurt? What if she dies? She isn’t like the rest of the Astral Express, she is just a normal human who has seen the universe with next to no protection…

But now she is back on earth, she is back home.

If the stellaron is dealt with and it’s time to go, she should not leave, she had been lost from home before, she is safe here, she should not have to leave again, but she wants to, why?

(A/N- let me know if y’all want me to write more on this cause I really like this idea)

[npcemi]

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 2:Danny's happy talk with Superman that definitely starts everyone off on the right foot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/120907324

“It's not right, Dad. Conner shouldn’t be treated like that,” Dani insisted, her eyes glowing fiercely.

“I couldn’t agree more, Dani but I’m not supposed to ‘interfere’ with the matters of ‘mortals’.” Danny responded remembering the latest lecturer he got from the observants. An intro into being one of the most powerful beings in the universe. All it really summed down to was hands-off until absolutely necessary. Being the King was way more boring than he expected.

Danny looked at Clockwork hoping they would side with him. Not wanting to draw attention to himself. He was almost ready to begin his senior year. He didn’t want to go near the JL, they could cause a lot of problems for Amity Park and him personally.

“I think a conversation could be good for both Conner and Kal-El.” Clockwork shifted into their young adult form with a grin. Danny narrowed his eyes, he knew when the Ancient was planning something.

“I guess I can have a talk with him,” Danny sighed as Danielle jumped up thanking him with a big hug.

The main members of the Justice League were called to a meeting by John Constantine. He wanted to discuss a potential threat to the supernatural from the US government. The members were hesitant to come to the meeting, however, after some convincing from Bruce that Constantine’s issue was legitimate they all agreed to come. John started his slideshow.

The topic was an intro to the supernatural and how we should leave it alone. There was a collective mirth among the attendees because anyone who knew the man knew that he could not leave well enough alone. It could be said that Constantine preferred to poke at the supernatural with a stick until something interesting happened.

“As you all know, after a ghost single-handedly took out hundreds of US government facilities and went with The Pandora to the US Congress to get them to not nuke the Infinite realms. A measure which only barely passed and still left corrupt laws and the government organization that was going to Nuke the realms intact.”

“And then they learned not to start dimensional warfare and ideally leave those threats to us, no big.” The flash interjected. Constantine pinched the bridge of his nose. They had a long way to go.

“Mate, it’s a big deal. Out of all the special entities they could piss off, they pissed off the one who should not under any circumstances even risk irritating the tiniest bit.” Before anyone could respond a new unfamiliar voice sounded from the other side of the room.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt your meeting, but I need to talk to Superman.” Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. They saw a teen whose age was hard to place. He looked like he could be as young as fourteen yet somehow at the same time as old as nineteen. He had a soft glow to him. He had fluffy white hair and Lazarus green eyes. On his left arm, he had Lichtenberg figures racing up his left arm that were eventually covered by a black T-shirt with a green NASA logo, blue jeans, and Converse-style shoes where the canvas was green like the boy’s eyes and the rubber parts were black. Everyone was too focused on the boy to notice Constantine drop the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, and his hands shaking. Superman got up to greet the boy and walked up to him.

“How did you get in here?”

“Portal, but that’s not important. We need to talk.” Superman grossly misinterpreted the Boy’s reasoning for needing to talk.

“I see, well I’m Superman, but you can call me Clark.” The man of steel shook the boy’s hand.

“I'm Danny Fenton, Phantom, Danny Phantom.” Danny was pissed at himself for that mistake. He never let the secret identity slip, of course, it had to happen in front of his heroes. Unfortunately, that slip-up confirmed Superman’s misconception.

“It’s always good to meet a new hero, I would be happy to help mentor you, there’s even a team of young heroes around your age I can introduce you to,” Danny held his hand up in a full stop motion.

“I don’t need a mentor, look Clark we need to talk.”

“Look kid, I know it doesn’t seem like it…” Danny pursed his lips and Constantine let out a desperate sound somewhere between a groan and a croak.

“Not a Kid…”

“Look, I know you think you’re mature at this age, but a new meta like you….”

“I’m not a meta, I’m a ghost, ya know dead and everything.” As Danny explained, Superman once again misinterpreted Danny’s intentions, also thinking this was some grand test Constantine organized.

“I see, so how did you die, who killed you and how can we help?” Superman said with undeserved confidence. Constantine finally out of his shock muttered a small desperate “Aww fuck.”

Danny’s reaction was almost unnoticeable except for a small flash of green in his eyes. Internally he had a flashback. The feeling of the electricity burning its way through his body tearing it apart. The pain of all his muscles being forced to contract. The smell of his flesh burning, the echo of his scream, the feeling of the wave of ectoplasm that tore him apart and reconstructed him cell by cell. The memories and emotions. How betrayed he felt that his parents left the lab unguarded and basically allowed him to die. His anger at them for having the on switch on the inside of the portal. The worry about if the portal out right exploded and hurt his friends and sister. The despair he felt that his life was cut short, how he would never become an astronaut. Never see Space. He relived all of this in an instant.

Danny grabbed Superman and threw him through the nearest wall in frustration. He took a second to look at the damage he caused. Glad it was only one wall that he threw the man through. He had finally gotten the hang of his power level, thankful for this new base form that limited his power.

“Ope, sorry about that, but Clark we really need to talk about your son Conner.” Superman picked himself up angry that this untrained meta kid lost his temper over something so stupid as a question as to how they could help him. Now the kid wants to talk about that thing Lex created.

“You mean the clone, that thing?” Superman asked, wondering when Conner had time to even talk to this new kid he never heard of before.

“Excuse you?” Danny said with a wave of sharp anger. He called a clone a thing. He called someone like his daughter, the most important person in the world to him. He called them a thing. Bruce was perceptive enough to see Danny’s rising anger. He attempted to tell Danny he had been working with Clark on how to work with Conner. The dark knight’s attempt to placate Danny failed.

“What do you mean excuse me, look I was violated and that clone is nothing but an imperfect reminder of that violation!”

“And your feelings are perfectly valid, but that doesn’t excuse you for treating Conner like shit.” Danny ground out.

“But watch yourself when speaking about the Mirror Born in my presence,” Danny warned as his voice now carried an unnatural echo. The Man of Steel scoffed at the term Mirror Born, did this kid really celebrate, perhaps even honor such violations of genetic autonomy? Clark was about to speak up before being interrupted by Constantine.

“Supes, please just shut the fuck…”

“Mind your own business, Constantine.” Superman ordered before turning to Danny.

“Look, kid, you don’t need to use some fancy new term to placate the feelings of those things, none of them are here. I need you to understand, I do tolerate Conner.” Danny’s mind boiled with rage. It was clear that he wasn’t going to get through to the man. He couldn’t even start the conversation properly. No wonder his daughter seemed so out of sorts. He only had two words to use to respond to the supposed hero.

“Fright Knight!” His order echoed through the realms as the massive black armored knight appeared behind Superman and sent the soul shredder through his chest sending him to the nightmare dimension before disappearing.

The justice league didn’t know what happened. All they knew Danny did was something to Superman, so they all attacked. Well, everyone except Dr. Fate, Shazam, Constantine, and Zatanna. Danny casually evaded all of their attacks, not even the Flash using his speed could touch Danny despite the Flash feeling like he was still faster than the boy. Danny kept this up for ten minutes before ordering the Fright Knight once again.

Superman popped back into existence. Danny slammed Superman to the ground and released an ectoplasmic wave of energy that knocked all the other heroes back. With a foot on Superman's chest, he spoke his voice loudly echoing through the room. If anyone was paying attention they would have heard a second almost feminine voice layering in over Danny’s.

“Listen to me closely Kal-El, you need to realize that the mirror born have their own life. Their own hopes, and fears. They could even be progressively aged faster, however, they still seek the same things any of us do. Love, acceptance, guidance, a sense of belonging are all they ask for from us.

I suggest getting a therapist to work through your issues, however, I will give you one month to begin to repair your relationship with Conner.” Danny then pulled a bunch of various pamphlets on top of Superman. They ranged from, ‘so you’ve been cloned’, ‘how to forgive a clone who tried to kill you’, all the way to ‘how to raise your clone as your own child’.

Danny then turned to look at Constantine, “It looks like you just started your lessons on dealing with ghosts.” There was a distinctive change in Danny, his eyes were the biggest change. The sclera was bright green and his pupils were the darkest black that Constantine had ever seen. It was like they had absorbed all light leaving nothing behind. Like endless black holes.

“John Thomas Constantine, ̸̢̪̉t̵͉̩͊̌é̴͚a̴͔̥͆̂c̸̪̳̔͝h̷̖̞̃̎ ̶̢͔̅͐ę̸̘̈́̕v̸̝͙̈̊e̷̗͚͋ṙ̴̞̜y̸͕̤̒ǫ̸͕̉̔n̸̯̄e̵̥̠̓͗ ̷̢̧̄h̸̟͗o̴̺̩̅w̷̝͌ ̵͚̈́́t̷̖̍̀o̵̠͝ ̴͖̍͠ͅp̸̡̞̎̌r̸̞̝͋͘o̶̎̎͜p̵̰̉ͅę̶̛̔r̸̦̻̂ļ̷̳̏ÿ̷̭̺́ ̵͚̗̅͘ŕ̶͎̇e̷̛̯͊s̸͔̃̄p̸͘ͅe̵̢̘̍ĉ̷̺̜̄ţ̷͗̕ͅ ̷̩͉͆t̸̥͔̔̐h̸̻̊e̴̝͘̕ ̸͉́͂ ̸͓̱͌́a̴̢̓n̶̺̺͂̋c̸̗͋͜ị̶̀̀ḛ̷̭̀͊n̷̳͍̾t̸͓̭͠s̷̩͆͛.

 I suggest you start with etiquette.” 

There was definitely another voice layered with Phantom’s, it was a feminine voice that was exactly a perfect fifth above Phantom’s own. Danny tilted his head and looked at the occultist with a grin that looked like a feral saber-toothed cat before disappearing. Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.

“Clark how the absolute fuck did you manage to piss off the King of the Infinite Realms before we even sent a delegation to smooth things over with him, you absolute wanker!”

[radiance1]

A random little thing I had in mind that I don't think I'll expand on but have it I guess.

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So somehow the justice league get teleported into another universe. How? Probably some villain sent them through to get them away, or you could also use the 'summoned heroes' route.

But anyways before they actually gain consciousness, they interact with some kind of vision, or memory.

Not gonna lie, would probably work better with the 'summoned heroes' route.

Anyways.

"Ah, Dark Mistress Goetia. Nice of you to join us." Said a being with glowing white hair, toxic green eyes watching as the Dark Mistress approaches the table and sits down.

"Believe me, I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't as important as you said it was."

"Goetia." Another voice, this time belonging to another male garbed in black pharaoh wear. "We need to talk about this... project of yours."

"It is Dark Mistress to you." The Dark Mistress hissed, stressing her title.

"Apologies, Dark Mistress."

"Hmpf."

"Dark Mistress, your current project will upset the balance of the worldly order if you go any further." The first being to speak up folded his arms, a light glare sent the Dark Mistress' way.

"Oh please." The Dark Mistress rolled her eyes, a mocking expression on her face. "Upset the worldly order you say? Is that truly what you want to protect? Or is it just your precious Moon?"

"Sam-"

"DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME." The Dark Mistress levels the other with a hard glare. "You have lost that right centuries ago."

"Dark Mistress, calm yourself." The pharaoh said, his staff lightly tapping the floor to bring their attention to him. "The mortal's do not need another one of your fights."

"Tch. As if I care for your subjects, Sand Emperor Duulaman."

"You may not, but I do." The Sand Emperor's voice was even as he said it, though there was an underlay of challenge.

Undoubtedly, the Dark Mistress noticed.

"Do you dare to challenge me?" The Dark Mistress' voice was sickly sweet, even as a cruel smirk appeared on her face.

"If my subjects are caught in the crossfire of your little pet project, we will come to blows." Was all the Sand Emperor said before going quiet.

"At least that aspect of you hasn't changed." The Dark Mistress' smirk disappeared as she too, backed down. Leaning back into her seat. "Now is that all? Some of us have important things to do."

The first released a sigh, folding his arms over his chest. "I am serious Goetia-"

"Dark Mistress."

"If you continue going down this path, we will eventually come to blows." The being leaned back into his seat as he switched to resting his head on his hand. "Are you prepared for the chance of your people and yourself being shunned?"

The Dark Mistress was calm when she heard what he said. "Yes, I have no need for the worship of any else but my people and if they are shunned, I shall protect them."

The Dark Mistress then smirked. "And, regarding us two coming to blows. Let us not forget who which you are talking too, Celestial Prince Phantom."

"Yes yes, I have heard you the first thousand times." The Celestial Prince appeared unbothered and bored. "You have the capability to destroy me so thoroughly that not even the Ancestral Fire and the Man In The Moon would be able to put me back together."

"You dare to mock me-"

The Sand Emperor stood out of his seat, drawing the attention of the Dark Mistress and the Celestial Prince. Lightly tapping his staff onto the floor once more, he spoke. "Dark Mistress. I trust you will heed our warnings."

The Emperor then turned towards the Celestial Prince. "And Phantom, please do not make threats of war between your factions. The mortals do not need to deal with matters pertaining to the divine."

"Wha- but Duulaman-"

"No buts, Phantom." The Celestial prince leaned back even further into his chair, sulking. The Dark Mistress herself appears satisfied with the show.

"Dark Mistress Goetia. Whatever you plan on doing I wish you the best of luck. But if even a whisper of the mortal world being harmed from either of you, the sand will not be so kind." The Sand Emperor didn't glare, his voice was calm and even.

The Dark Mistress sighed. "I shall try not to get you involved, Duulaman."

"Alright. The star's shall not lay a finger on them to the best of their ability."

Even though it wasn't a total confirmation, the Sand Emperor gave the two a small, kind smile. "I thank you both. This meeting is now adjourned."

Annnnnnnd end memory.

So that's all I have for this thing. AHem if there's any confusion though. Dark Mistress = Sam Manson, Sand Emperor Duulaman = Tucker Foley and Celestial Prince = Danny Fenton.

This is set vaguely in a game type of au.

Sam's character, the Dark Mistress Goetia. Is the goddess of magic, nature and witchcraft.

Tucker's character, Sand Emperor Duulaman. Is the god of fertility, wisdom, protection and knowledge.

Danny's character, Celestial Prince Phantom. Is the god of the stars, astrology, the dead and medcine.

The Dark Mistress is the patron goddess of witches, warlocks and nymphs.

The Sand Emperor is the patron god of pharaoh's, kings and oracles

The Celestial Prince is the patron of astrologers, spirits and healers.

Oh also. Ancestral Fire = Madeline Fenton and The Man In The Moon = Jack Fenton.

The Sand Emperor only responds to threats that have the potential to greatly harm the mortal world if due to divine intervention. Anything else he wouldn't really respond to since it won't do anything.

Like demi-gods, those are cool in his opinion.

A plague? That's more Phantom's thing than his own.

A monster terrorizing a kingdom? Send a demi-god for it.

A god actively trying to mess up the mortal world beyond repair? He'll put a stop to that before they get too far.

What the fuck I should stop before I start adding more.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Phantom (and technically optional crossover) Prompt

Imagine, if you will, a not-aging Danny Fenton. There’s about a dozen ways to do this, but in this case—Danny still has a human lifespan, he just looks human (though, I won’t argue against any immortal Dannys). As Fenton, he’s just stuck at fourteen. Phantom, being a ghost whose appearance is based on what he sees himself as, does look older. By this point, he’s probably retired from superheroics—I just find unphased and jaded 18 year old Danny to be hilarious. So, he’s just like ‘I wanna go to college’.

So he does. He just. Always looks 14. His hair grows, he can build muscle, and he can definitely have dark eyes—but otherwise? Short ass 14 year old. He constantly has to prove that yes, he’s the real Danny Fenton, and no, this is not a scam. He eventually has to get meta-specific paperwork filled out—no need for the genetic test if the power is fairly obvious. (Of course, it’s possible to do this AU as not crossover, but then you’ll have to do the legwork of making it less odd that someone has superpowers, and whether that means everyone knows he’s Phantom, which might change some of the issues. It also doesn’t have to be DC, for instance, you could use Marvel or even My Hero Academia—ultimately, up to the writer.)

Anyways, he gets his degree(s), enters the workforce, and by the Ancients is it hard to be taken seriously. Even people who see his paperwork and know for a fact he’s a full fledged adult are just like, aw, poor kid, can’t even reach the top cabinets without stretching or climbing. So, while he could just keep being the most qualified 14-looking-adult, he’s quickly getting sick of it. He can’t even be a school teacher, none of his students will take him seriously! Not even the younger ones, cause even the other teachers aren’t respecting him.

There are about… three options available to him, up to whoever wants to pick up this sort of prompt.

1-he gets into acting or modeling. Or perhaps, stunt acting. And everyone is just a bit unnerved about how absolutely none of the nonsense seems to get to him, and he’s just… a little *too* bendy sometimes. He’d make a great scare actor, if he wasn’t terrible at scaring people.

2-he goes into the work force as Phantom in a cheap wig and terrible contacts. Half the time, he forgets at least one contact. Cue mystery of who the hell this guy is, because, for ONCE, someone actually paid attention to the paperwork and knows that he DOESN’T look like THAT.

3-he tries to get work in a slightly more remote position, where his colleagues are few to none. Of course, that is, until some hero or another such professional has to meet him in person, and gets one hell of a shock about who their expert on the computer has been all this time.

There’s of course the undercurrent of Danny’s experiences as a teen hero, so sometimes absolutely wild situations show up, and his stories are like, super weird. He thinks at least SOME of his experiences must be universal, and they’re… really, really not. The outlandish stories don’t help the whole ‘not taken serious’ thing, but then they turn out to be true. Bonus points to rogues or ghosts showing up to say hi and everyone is like WAS THAT A FUCKING DRAGON?! And Danny’s just like ‘yeah she was a beauty pageant coordinator in my hometown, we kept in touch. I helped put her brother in jail’. As if that did NOT just raise more questions than before.

Of course, use or don’t use what you want (such as, he does keep a public-ish position, or he just goes full villain to prove a point, or even somehow starts working undercover at schools and summer camps for xyz reasons, whether or not the Justice League finds him, what his degree(s) weee even in, etc etc), I just think that Forever Teen Danny stories are interesting.

Basically… it’s reverse Shazam, haha.

[phantomskeep]

Editing to add (again): This is using the bastardized wendigo from popculture. It's not using the wendigo in the context of the spirit, more in the context of the Hannibal "Ravenstag" or even Antlers' wendigo. Check the Anon link near the end of the post for more information regarding my thoughts on the subject :) I didn't mention the deer-like qualities until the tags, which I understand some people don't fully read. That's my bad, so here I am with the full context ahead of time. This is not the Algonquian version of the wendigo spirit. i really want to write a DCxDP fic where Danny gets trapped in a different form (like either true form or just gets cursed, something like that) and can't get out of it. That form? A wendigo. Somehow he ends up in the DC universe - either through already living there or Ghost Zone shenanigans.

Being a wendigo, Danny feels the need to eat flesh. Preferably human, but even in his screwed-up state he knows that's wrong of him to do. So he takes to killing the bare minimum amount of wildlife he can to sustain himself. Eventually he realizes that "oh wait, what if I just raided a store?" So he stumbles out of the woods and into the nearest grocery store after they had closed. He ends up eating enough to settle his stomach before going off to hide to wait for this whatever to wear off.

However, this catches the attention of [insert local hero]. [Insert local hero] goes to the Justice League about this - maybe this creature is a new villain's scheme? Or just a new villain? Members of the JL + Justice League Dark then go out to [insert town Danny was spotted in] to do some investigating. Batman being one of these people, plus Robin because Damian would not let Bruce go without him. A wendigo could be like a shark after all, just a big ol' puppy.

They get to [insert town here] and start cracking down. They compare the old footage to the location, tracking where the wendigo went. Finally Batman, Robin and [insert characters here] are able to get to the wendigo's den... only to find out the wendigo is a lot more ghost-like than they thought it would be.

There's a big fight because Wendigo-Brain!Danny thought these random dudes were the GIW coming for his undead ass that ends with Danny taking off. Unknowingly to Danny, Damian has grabbed onto him and is basically riding his soon-to-be pet into the sunset.

... I just want to 1) see Danny suffer and being confused 2) Damian trying to get a new dangerous pet and 3) get Damian trying to tame a feral Wendigo!Danny like any normal person would try to befriend that feral orange cat living in the dumpster.

Adding this just to cover my own butt about this haha, here's a link that contains a post which covers the research I have done on the topic of the wendigo: Anon Ask Post Here. I am not trying to culturally appropriate, offend, or harm anyone with a prompt post about Danny taking the form of a wendigo. It's a cool concept to me as I believe it is a bit ironic. The wendigo, as seen in the culture it originates from, is a symbol of greed and a harsh winter and are often a sign of cannibalism. They have hearts of ice and an "unseasonable chill might precede its approach".

I think this is ironic because 1 - Danny is a sweet little bean and being stuck with cannibalistic cravings is a Hannibal Fic trope that will forever rot in my brain + Ghost King!Danny having to eat Pariah Dark's core is a headcanon I adore, 2 - the chill preceding a wendigo's approach reminds me of Danny's ghost sense, 3 - Danny is the LEAST greedy person I can think of in the entirety of DP (even if he does have his selfish moments at the worst times ever), and 4 - wendigos possess human beings. In Native legend a wendigo is a "malevolent spirit" which possesses humans - technically if you are going to stick with the general wendigo legends then it does not have antlers, horns, or is even a beast. It's just a giant human. Which, if using the correct/original version of a wendigo, makes this 10x funnier to me, because Damian that is clearly a giant person what the fUCK ARE YOU DOING--

Anyways, long story short if you have issues with me using a wendigo for a "haha funny" prompt please DM me with any sort of articles, legends, documentaries, ect. on why using a wendigo is a Bad Thing. Like I said in the linked post, I'm always willing to learn and adjust my behavior. I just want proof that the changes I'm going to make are the correct ones to be making, as my years on the internet have ALWAYS told me to fact check anything :)

[thealexanderfiles]

Okay so let’s talk Superboy Prime and his connection to Jason Todd.

I’ll be honest, I haven’t read the comic in full, exclusively because I haven’t found a copy. I want to though. But I have done extensive reading and research.

In some alternate universe, there is a boy named Clark Kent who loves comics. One day, he gets all the powers of Superman, yay! Somewhere along he gets the name Superboy Prime.

But, he is a comic book fan that is an amalgamation of every angry fanboy during 70s/80s/90s comics who wanted to see DC return to its golden-age/early silver age roots.

This was post-Dark Knight Returns, which if you ever hear that it means the era when DC decided it was time to give everyone Dark and Edgy and Angsty stories. Superboy Prime pointedly Did Not Like That. So, with his new powers, he somehow (and, again, I haven’t read this in full so this is something I don’t know for sure) gets into the main DC universe.

(Now back to what I do know).

Superboy Prime takes out his anger on the entire DC universe. He punches the universe so hard it breaks. Literally.

Essentially, DC does this thing a lot called reboots. Stories will reset, timelines will change, etc. There have only been two full reboots (Crisis on Infinite Earths and Flashpoint), but that’s a conversation for another day.

Superboy Prime’s punch essentially acted as a soft or semi reboot to the universe. Some things changed, some stayed the same.

Probably the biggest, most notable change was this punch brought Jason Todd back to life. He then proceeded to climb out of his grave.

Eventually, the League of Assassins (run by Damian’s grandfather and mother- also happy to explain that lore if you’d like) took him in and restored his body and his mind to a degree in the Lazarus Pit, a pit of green liquid with the power to keep someone immortal. It has some side effects I believe, but it is important to note that Pit Madness is fanon-made, and not a real side effect, at least to the extent fanon had made it out to be. There may be levels of more tendencies toward violence, but nothing like being taken over by only rage and whatever that fanon has made it out to be.

It took the entire Justice League to stop Superboy Prime, and he developed a debilitating fear of any of the Flashes in the process.

It’s all a metaphor for angry fandom and the power that an angry or mean fan can have.

Please please let me know if you have more questions, I’m more than happy to help clear up anything DC-related you might want!!

Hi Mystery Informant! (Is it alright if I call u that? It sounds MUCH cooler than Anon.)

First up, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on the DC comics/universe, I've mentioned it before idk anyone who isn't either an avid marvel fan or not interested in this sorta genre. Even though you've said you've got gaps in ur knowledge, you're already, like, fifteen steps ahead of me.

I've got a few questions regarding the whole Flash situation. Like, there are a confusing amount. I'm pretty sure there's one in the justice league, one called kid flash and some sort of time traveller knocking around and I have NO CLUE how they all fit together.

Secondly, I keep hearing like, Tim drake has a fake uncle (not sure if this was ever adressed. Where is this kids parent btw???) and no spleen, and I'm certain they aren't connected but if you'd elaborate on this that would be great

Thirdly, it has come to my attention that I don't know who Green Lantern is, nor if he's from earth. I sounds like there's more??? People keep mentioning GL corps

Who is Green Arrow? Please. I'm so confused

There is a man called the Penguin running around. Cannot see how that name would evoke terror in the masses but pop off ig.

Dick Greyson kills the Joker?

Batman revives the Joker?

Does Dick become nightwing b4 or after jason rocks up?

Does america just have shit luck and have aconcerning amount of heroes?

Take ur pick, Mystery Informant. Also. What movies/comics should I read. I've been told Wayne family adventures (I think it's called that) is a good place to start for the batfam, but other than that I'm not sure.

Thanks :)

Oh. P.S. this whole Superboy prime thing is WILD. I love it. Thanks for the explanation.

[torchturtle]

Okay, so I’ve been reading Danny Phantom and DC crossovers a lot recently and it gave me the idea of: what if the Justice League met Phantom in the Ghost Zone? Like they actually meet him because they got trapped in the GZ and Phantom’s like “Hey, y'all ain’t dead” and helps them home.

They weren’t exactly sure how they ended up there. One moment all the founders were fighting crime together, like they do sometimes, and the next moment acid green portals opened up underneath them and swallowed them whole. Now, here they are. A sky of green surrounded them as they stood on floating purple rocks. With no way home.

To be completely honest, I just started getting into DC stuff. My knowledge right now is what I’ve read in comics (which isn’t a lot, and all Batman), read on my dashboard, and ThePandaRedd’s videos. Along with what I’ve been able to piece together from reading these crossovers. I don’t know crud.

But I want a fic where the JL thinks Phantom is a small criminal at first. Not as in they look at reports of him kidnapping the mayor or robbing that bank, no. I want them to find out that he’s wanted by Walker.

Like okay, the JL somehow ends up in the Ghost Zone with no way out, their communicators aren’t working, stuff just ain’t working in general cause ectoplasm, and ghost noise. IDK. And they can easily travel because gravity doesn’t really exist there, the problem is that they have no idea where they are or how to get home. They definitely run into some ghosts at a point and it becomes clear to them that a lot of them aren’t friendly or want to hang out with unknown living people. Since like the ghosts that’d probably recognize the JL don’t travel through dangerous parts of the GZ.

You can tell I didn’t put a ton of thought into this, I only have one scene in my head that I really want. You can even replace the JL with like anyone, I just chose them because idk. But anyway this is where Danny comes in, he sees them and is like “That’s the JL!” and goes over to see what’s up.

“So you’ll be able to help us get back to Earth?”

“Oh yeah, it’s no problem! I go there all the time!”

And then he realizes that leading the JL out of his parents’ portal might be a problem, especially since he doesn’t know if his parents are home. But he remembers that his friend Wulf can make portals and be totally willing to help. If only Danny knew when to hold his tongue.

“My friend can make portals. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, but it’s been pretty easy to do a prison break if he’s back there.”

“Um… what.”

During the trip to the prison to see if his friend is actually there, the JL are discussing with themselves if helping with a prison break is worth going home. Phantom totally forgot since he’s in the GZ that the JL doesn't know that breaking out of Walker’s prison is totally fine and reasonable, and that Walker’s rules are totally unfair. Some members are hoping that the friend is in prison for a mostly harmless crime, while all of them are also thinking that’s not the case, why are prison breaks mentioned so loosely.

Everyone’s asking questions like:

“Is there someone else that can make portals?” - “well, yeah, but they probably won’t help”

“Why’s your friend in prison..?” - “I don’t know. I never really asked. Walker’s rules are so dumb.” (They all think about their rogue galleries, while Danny’s thinking about his first offense)

“And Walker is…” - “Ah, the warden, a total jerk. That’s against the rules. Ugh.”

“So… you’ve done prison breaks before?” - “Yeah, it’s become laughably easy to escape.”

“That means you’ve been to prison?” - “Hm? Oh yeah, and if you ask me 1000 years is way too long.” omg what did he do

“You’re over 1000?” - “What? No? I’m 14? Where’d you get that idea?” oh jeez, he broke out of prison

So Danny isn’t really paying attention to his answers, and the JL are just following him going this seemingly sweet child is supposed to be in prison. He’s been too nice for prison, what the heck did he do???

Eventually enough was enough and Batman is the one to ask, “What did you do to get that sentence?”

“Oh, um.. What word did he use… oh yeah, contraband.” And everyone else sighs internally because okay, so this child has done something wrong, but not terribly awful. But this also brings the question of why did he get 1000 years for contraband?

“That’s just Walker for you.” And now everyone is more calm and okay with breaking this kid’s friend out of prison, because now it sounds like this warden is corrupt.

Then the rest of the journey is them getting to know Phantom more and feeling more confident that this child is a well meaning lad. Along with getting knowledge about the world they’ve found themselves in. They finally meet Walker and they just feel like a weight is lifted off their shoulders cause this guy does in fact have dumb rules and is a jerk like Phantom said.

Wulf’s portal shoots them all out in like Metropolis, and then Phantom waves goodbye and heads to his parents’ portal. Batman immediately looks into anything mentioning ghosts, the Ghost Zone, or Phantom since he’s mentioned going to Earth a lot. They are surprised to discover he’s a small hero that fights other ghosts.

They are also suspicious about how many ghosts can easily make their way into Amity Park and wonder if Phantom actually just used them to get his friend out of prison.

[stillness-in-green]

A quick observation on 335, recorded for posterity

Point: Horikoshi has said that Shouji will have something important to do, a good moment, before the series is over.

Point: Shouji is, while not visually tied to a single specific animal, a heteromorph. His character page states that he's from a fairly regressive, old-fashioned town and was bullied for his appearance. This is intuited by Chimera in the second movie; we also see an example of the microaggression that is referring to heteromorphs as animals they resemble in Pony Tsunotori telling Shouji during Joint Training that she dislikes octopus. Throughout, he has maintained an unfailing stoicism and a willingness to cover his "scary" face rather than speak out about this mistreatment.

Point: The manga has been gradually building up the plot thread of heteromorph discrimination--via Shouji in small ways, but much more obviously via the heteromorph giantess Deku saves, the PLF advisors who say they were assigned to Spinner because of "who they are," and, most prominently of all, Spinner himself.

Point: Spinner is being directed by All For One to lean into the role of Voice For Heteromorph Rights that dissatisfied heteromorphs everywhere--and helped along on the sly by Skeptic and Spinner's PLF regiment--are attempting to assign him. Spinner has kept his own counsel on that matter so far, likely far more concerned with Shigaraki than with social justice movements, especially ones AFO is trying to co-opt, but it's something he's being set up to do all the same.

Point: All Might conspicuously fails to mention Spinner in his Chapter 335 accounting of the threats facing Class 1-A. He lists threats as dehumanized as the Near High Ends, as vague as the PLF remnants, and as non-specific as various escaped convicts, but somehow neglects to bring up Spinner, member of the League of Villains and probably the most infamous heteromorph in the country at the present time.

Point: Following is Shouji's reaction to All Might's list of threats:

Note the white burst, visual code for sudden focus--a surprise reveal, a character having an abrupt realization (which they may or may not share with the audience right away), and similar such moments designed to draw the reader's attention. Note also the "..." ellipses--Shouji is having some sort of unspoken thought in response to All Might's words.

While he doesn't say what the thought was directly, he does observe that there are threats All Might has not mentioned. As indeed there was one significant omission, and one that Shouji, as a heteromorph who shares significant backstory elements with the League's own resident heteromorph, is particularly apt to notice, especially if he's been following the cultural dialogue about Spinner at all.

Conclusion: While I have deep reservations about Shouji's suitability to be Spokeperson For Heteromorph Rights, as detailed here, it's still quite noticeable that he's the closest anyone in the story comes to just outright saying, "Aren't you forgetting someone, All Might?" He's too much a strong and silent type to make a stink about it--why start now, after all, and over a villain, no less?--but I think he notices it all the same. I hope that this panel will prove to be one of those instances of Horikoshi dropping one single panel that doesn't quite fit the flow of the material, only to connect it to some bombshell reveal many, many chapters later.* I hope, in fact, that certain of the things he's been hearing (and conspicuously not hearing!) about heteromorphs lately is making him reeeeaaaally think about what going back to the status quo means for him and people like him.

And I hope we get to see him chew someone out about it eventually, especially if that someone is Mr. "Might Doesn't Make Right, But It Sure Does Make Fight" himself, All Might.

*Other examples off the top of my head include Dabi flashing his collar at Hawks during their fight (foreshadowing Skeptic's camera), Twice commenting that it's thanks to the League that Re-Destro is at the mansion and not at the hospital (foreshadowing Clone!Re-Destro), and, most prominently in terms of recent bombshell reveals, the absence of Hagakure's vote from the classroom poll for student council president waaaaay back before even USJ.

[radioactive-earthshine]

AU in which Bart accidentally becomes a hit Youtube star that just began as him uploading a video showing Preston how to just destroy a level in a game and it blowing up because he's 1.) really good and 2.) he's ironically funny with his commentary. He doesn't really care about the viewer count or the subscriber rate and doesn't even pay attention to it. He just randomly uploads these amazing gameplay videos every now and then for Preston and his civilian friends, then becomes this internet cryptid because he never shows his face. Youtube videos discussing who he is float around as much as "Who is Impulse" videos (or any who is X hero video bc you know they're going to be popular).

Eventually Tim happens to see one and he instantly recognizes his voice then falls down the rabbit hole of watching all the conspiracy videos of "Who is Bart Smashes the X Button Really?" Tim initially is concerned that this can be linked to Bart as Impulse somehow or that Bart will somehow let it slip who he is but that is squashed quickly and then he is just impressed and amused that Bart just has this TALENT for being popular and making large groups of people fight and wonder about him.

The Justice League eventually finds the videos and a whole damn meeting has to be called to discuss if it's a risk to have Bart upload these videos of him breaking records and destroying game code casually. They debate if he's actually using his powers to play these games or if it's just his brain and natural talent and reflexes. Then they debate on how ethical it is for him to show how good he is if he is using his powers AT ALL. Most of them don't even know how videogames even work. (comic writers don't even know apparently) It dissolves into a lengthy and passionate debate if any "super heroes" should have any popular social media platform whatsoever, people get opinionated and angry.

Nothing is accomplished. They just tell Wally to tell Max to tell Bart to "be careful." Bart once again getting condescended just drives him to upload another video but this time it's him obliterating a "Justice League" game in record time while casually referring to Preston like he does in all the videos and making snide commentary about the members like "This is inaccurate there is no way Superman could catch something like that because I'm pretty sure he has smaller hands than Donald Tr*mp."

Cue round two and more conspiracy videos.

[blueplanettrash]

Shadow Cryptid Batman AU Notes

Main Story

Bruce’s parents were murdered on June 26th after attending a showing of the Mark of Zorro at The Monarch Theater in Gotham City. After hearing gunshots, the police were called and the bodies of Thomas and Martha Wayne were found shot to death in Parkrow, their eight-year-old son, Bruce, was never seen again.

Control over the well-being of Wayne Manor fell to Alfred Pennyworth, whom stayed within the manor in the hopes that Bruce would return home one day (thinking that Bruce got scared and ran away from the crime scene and only got hurt and is in a hospital or clinic somewhere in the city)

After five years of no word from Bruce Wayne, he was officially declared legally dead, but Alfred didn’t give up hope that one day he would come back

After about 10 or so years, Alfred wakes up to sounds within the manor and gets up to investigate. He comes across a young boy and a dark shadow guarding him. For some reason, he isn’t afraid of the shadow, or even angry that they are trespassing in the Manor.

Eventually they come to the understanding that Bruce isn’t able to move on yet and somehow explains that he needs to find his body, this becomes the main objective of both Dick and Alfred and eventually Jason when Bruce finds him bloody in Crime Alley

Their exploration mission turns into crime fighting when they find themselves too often in the middle of gang fights and muggings while searching the slums of Gotham for any clues (this is around the time that Tim would come in and be taken into the family)

Their crime fighting also attracts attention from the Justice League and they come to recruit the Bat and birds, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin join the Justice League with Bruce unable to since his entity is tied to Gotham and he can’t leave. He is happy for the boys to have more than him though.

Batman/ Bruce Wayne Details

Shadow Cryptid

Unable to verbally communicate with humans (could maybe communicate with Boston Brand/Deadman, but Boston is scared of him)

Communicates emotions by changing shape of form and size of eyes

Always crying

Doesn’t blink (you get used to it)

Main goal is to find his remains so he can move on

[fancyfade]

so to the best of your ability, whats the general plot of final crisis?

oh this is such a cruel ask to send me 😭 /lh

ok let me think. the problem is it jumped focal characters so much that it’s really hard to describe because there’s no coherent tone and no character arc. there’s not even a “main character” or real protagonist IMO. it literally just felt like a stream of people doing random things and the earth slowly inching towards near annihilation before somehow it wasn’t annihilated.

very short version: Darkseid is dying (due to that weird thing in the death of the newgods plotline where the source got bored of its toys and wanted to remake them). Somehow he set it up so that as he is dying, reality is falling into a singularity and dying with him. As this is going on, the anti-life equation is being spread across the earth. The characters have to try to find out how to stop the anti-life equation and stop earth and all of reality from dying with darkseid. eventually, they succeed in this albeit in a confusing and narratively unsatisfying way. the end.

long version:

darkseid is dead and so are all of the new gods and the gods of apokolips are being reincarnated inside random dudes (however you don't know WHY darkseid is dead unless you read the tie-in)

orion is killed by some bullet going back in time, which batman deduced somehow. (like they explained how he knew it was a bullet, but not how he knew it was going back through time). this is despite the fact that Orion already had a different death in death of the new gods.

lois is nearly fatally wounded in a bombing at the daily planet and superman has to stay w/ her to keep her alive with his heatvision somehow

a boring copdude from metropolis gets kidnapped by the re-incarnated apokolips gods. he's put through some horrifying ordeal and slowly morphs into darkseid as his will is degraded.

green lantern kraken who has been infected by the anti-life equaiton or something (which is an equation that strips your will from you and makes you work for darkseid) tries to kill john steward and nearly succeeds, then she frames hal jordan for his murder

meanwhile wally west is running really fast and finds barry allen in the speedforce. barry allen is being chased by the black racer (the god whose thing is killing the other new gods) despite him also having died in the death of the new gods story they run around and try to find the bullet that was travelling back in time or something

wonder woman is anticlimactically infected with (the anti-life equation? the weird evil virus that destroyed earth 51 in countdown?) and leaves the plot quickly

shilo norman, ex mister miracle, meets up with a bunch of new heroes and they figure out how to make themselves immune from the anti-life equation by painting a new god symbol on their faces

half of everyone on earth gets infected with the anti-life equation because it got delivered to everyone’s email at once and oracle shut down the internet to try to cut it off. there is the implication that the justice league got some type of resistance and assistance and safehouses set up but there was no buildup and it felt very anticlimactic.

batman, who was previously captured by the reincarnated new gods, is now no longer captured and shoots darkseid with a gun. this fatally wounds darkseid, who if you may have been paying attention, was already dead at the start of this story, and also simultaneously dying at the start of this story, and had been reincarnated into boring copman

checkmate enacts some scheme to try to save the earth but it is never explained what it is. renee montoya is on a team going around trying to find the supermans from all of the realities, but they don’t affect the plot.the plot is actually resolved by superman getting catapulted into the future and seeing a miracle machine braniac 5 had stored in suspendium (which isolates it form the timestream, duh). superman couldn’t actually take the miracle machine back into time with him because he was fading out of the timestream due to existence being slowly sucked down into darkseids singularity like a bunch of bathwater down the drain, but him looking at it for 5 seconds and memorizing it did somehow let him rebuild it. he builds the miracle machine and gives a speech about how the crisis let us see the best of us. then things are back to normal somehow.

oh also there was some subplot about the novice superheroes shilo teamed up with and also a plot about one of the monitors (i think the monitor from earth 51) getting turned into a human cuz he failed his duty protecting his universe. and libra was a bad guy trying to get together all of the other bad guys as part of this plan and lex betrayed him because he didn’t want to be libra’s servant or smething.

I am not kidding even a little about any of this.

[nevertheless-moving]

thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa. 

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats. 

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs. 

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know. 

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys. 

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered. 

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses. 

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country. 

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan. 

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable. 

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth’ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 18 || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader, hitman!au, oc-isn’t-a-hitman-but-she-could-be!au, word count: 1.8k warnings: none for this chapter a/n: just two more chapters left to the end !! :D taglist: @wownajaemin​​​​ @crescent-iak​​​​ @ncttboo​​​​ @byunbaekby​​​​​ @jinfizz​​ @doyoungyoung​​ @ahgayeah0305​​ @doyobun​​ @sexualitaeyong​ @mrkleelvr​​ @m1ss-foodi3​​ @hcwurld​​ ← previous chapter || next chapter →​​

Doyoung’s favorite drink is caramel coffee.

He doesn’t like it hot—you recall him mentioning, he prefers it iced, and he finishes it so fast that the cubes don’t melt and condensation doesn’t drip off the sides of the plastic cup.

So you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s at this very café. Especially since it is his spot, but it also shouldn’t be news to you when you’ve come here everyday for the past two weeks in hopes of running into him.

You wonder how he’s been doing. It’s been months since you’ve last seen him; forever ago since you saw him with that girl Karina, and you’re curious if he thinks about you as often as you think about him. He’s on your mind daily, sometimes by the hour depending on what you’re doing, and he feels like a drug you can’t quite quit (despite the shortage of time you’ve done fine without him).

And you admit willingly that your feelings for him come rushing back the moment you see that pretty smile dressed upon his lips when he laughs from his chest at the video his friend shows on his phone.

But you continue to sit in the corner of the shop, face behind your device as if you’re immersed in the technology when you’ve got your eyes on him the entire time.

Instagram doesn’t do justice. You never know what he’s really up to, you learn, because his feed only shows the happy pictures he poses for. But his stories—you stay for that. There’s some nights you’d catch him posting something with a scenery, a little heartfelt description written along the horizon, and it gives you a glimpse of how he’s vaguely feeling. Maybe they’re for you, well, you were hoping they were, but for a guy who isn’t the greatest in the romance department, he’s very artistic, so it wouldn’t be surprising if it weren’t for you.

Maybe it was for Karina.

Okay, there might be a slight chance that you were bitter about that chick. She hung out with Doyoung often, from what you speculate, possibly involved in the same friend group, having mutuals together (which, already is how she’s so different from you). She roughly reminds you of that emotion that runs through your veins when you first saw Doyoung talking to Joy; that clenched jaw, tightened fist, and a deep swallow to push down all your anger. Joy was just a friend, and you eventually learned that without having to go the hard route, but Karina… didn’t give you any reason to believe her friendly motives. But Doyoung isn’t yours, you have to remind yourself, and because he isn’t, there’s no need to get upset.

For one, the times you followed (don’t judge, you missed him but didn’t want to approach him if he wasn’t ready) him, Karina always stuck to Doyoung like glue. She was practically joined by the hip; batting her pretty long lashes, cheeks brushed with that coral pink blush like she’s all embarrassed because sweet boy Doyoung accidentally touched the back of her hand, and whenever she got the chance, she’d hold onto his arm tightly, pretending that she couldn’t catch her balance in those Ultraboost sneakers that were basically socks on a sole with no support.

“Ugh, you always do this,” one of his friends says, loud enough that you could hear from where you’re sitting. “How do you manage to beat me every time?”

“I learned the tricks,” Doyoung retorts, voice stable but his face all smug. “Doesn’t look like you did though.”

The other guy rolls his eyes before tossing his phone onto the table. “Forget that dumb game. I’m actually curious about something,” he begins, leaning over with his forearms pressed against the surface. There’s a mischievous smile that tugs on the ends of his mouth, and you rest back in your seat in curiosity when his tone changes. “You and Karina. What are the two of you?”

You nearly snap the pen you’d been fiddling in your hand.

Fucking Karina. Again. This bitch just keeps being brought up, doesn’t she?

Doyoung shifts in his seat, hands with his phone dropping onto his lap. A brow quirks, narrowing a strange gaze at his friend. “Why are you asking?”

“Mmm, heard there’s rumors going around about Karina liking you.”

“And,” Doyoung takes a sip of his iced coffee. “Why’s that matter?”

The friend clicks his tongue, groaning that Doyoung isn’t picking up the not-so-subtle hints. “Because. Have you seen her? Or are you just blind. She’s smokin’ hot like… literally any guy would want to get with her. And you too, which is kinda crazy—”

“—is it impossible to believe that someone attractive can like me?”

“I mean, no offense Doyoung, you don’t exactly look like the type that would sweep those types of girls off their feet. You spent most of the time indoors! Watching movies, playing games, maybe sometimes you go out to clubs and parties but barely and it’s with our geeky friends. Even I can come to terms that I’m a geek. Jocks or bad boys are what she would be into.”

Doyoung sighs. “Where are you going with this?”

“You should date her. Since, you know, you have that chance.”

He shrugs, bending the straw of his drink like he’s occupied with something else that’s going on in his mind. He’s quieter than usual, especially around a friend, and it’s left you pondering what’s got him so tied up. But then, you hear it.

“I’m waiting for someone.”

His guy scoffs in belief. “You’re waiting for someone. Who? That chick you were having friends with benefits with like a year ago? Dude, she was also out of your league. Rode a motorcycle, didn’t talk to anyone, hot, and somehow you got her attention. But dude, she’s been gone for a while now.”

Doyoung purses his lips. “Told her to come to me whenever she’s ready. Karina and I don’t really have something like… that. Not worth dropping the chances of her coming back and seeing me with Karina.”

“She’s got you that bad?”

A soft smile pulls on his lips, and he nods confidently. “Yeah, she does.”

When Doyoung and his friend pack up their bags to leave, he halts in his tracks. “Actually, you head out first. I’ll meet you later tonight, I won’t be going to the pre-game.”

The latter stares at Doyoung suspiciously. “Really? What’s up with you? Thought you said you were tagging along.”

“Yeah but… I gotta do something real quick. I’ll meet up with you.”

Strange, you think to yourself, because Doyoung seemed like he was going to leave too, until that very last second. Then, you notice something. When his friend leaves through those double doors, he turns and looks directly at you.

At you. Like he sees you.

You’re not a ghost, but you’re pretty good at camouflaging yourself with a crowd. You’re not the prettiest nor the ugliest, so being average has an advantage in this field, but Doyoung isn’t like normal people. He sees you, and even though you’re in a black baseball cap with casual clothes to match, he still can spot you in a sea of people.

“You’re here,” he says, his tone between a question and a statement. Part of you expects him to be angry, fuming with rage because you’re here instead of asking him to meet up. “You’re… actually here.”

“I’m surprised you found me,” you retort, standing up from your seat and gathering up your belongings. “I thought I was good at blending with people.”

“I’m in love with you, you expect me to not see the girl I’m head over heels for?”

You pause.

Bag not even slung over your shoulder, your heart does the complete opposite of your motions and races. He what?

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Doyoung straightens his posture, trying his best to read the expression on your face. “Why… Why haven’t you called or reached out? Were you not ready until now?”

“I thought… you had a girlfriend,” you admitted, and truthfully, you’re not sure how Doyoung manages to get you to spill out your insecurities so easily. His eyes widened, and before he could say anything else, you interrupt his train of thought. “But that was months ago. It’s fine. I trained, and I’m back in the field, and I wanted to see how you were doing, that's all.”

“But you didn’t want to call me?”

You clear your throat, drifting your gaze elsewhere. “Like I said before. Thought you had a girlfriend. I don’t want to interfere with anything in your life that could be normal.”

He has a finger on your chin, directing your attention back to him. Your heart skips a beat this time, air sucked out of your lungs from his stare, and you swallow. “I waited for you, though. If you’re ready to come back, please come back. I have never dated anyone since I left your place, and I don’t intend to either. I made a promise and I’m keeping it.”

You hated reporting here.

There’s something ominous about this warehouse; it’s not just the people who occupy it, but it’s the building itself. Outside, it looks like an abandoned stone mill. Worn down walls, windows shattered, and located in a dangerous neighborhood, secluded from all the up-and-coming buildings that are being constructed a couple blocks down. The cars that came for drop off didn’t come here either, so it made the building even more mysterious and seemingly empty.

But the moment you stepped in the front doors—it’s like a factory.

A factory that manufactured everything from guns, grenades, to bombs, and so on. Everything that you wore on missions, everything you held between your fingertips, and everything you utilized in the field were all made here.

The headquarters.

Upon entering, you had to go through security. Guns are to be logged in, identities are checked through the system, quick but yet thorough pat down, and phones are chipped until you leave the premises. Needless to say, they were careful and even someone like you with so much skill and worthiness cannot go undetected here.

“Boss is asking for you.” A gorgeous girl says, clipboard in her arms. She’s got her hair tied in a low bun, glasses on with thick frames, and a pencil skirt to pair with her white blouse.

“I asked for boss, but yeah, that.”

She nods, bowing her head just slightly and you’re wondering how she even got in this field. Shy, quiet, and fragile, she seems, and you wonder if she knows what’s actually happening around here. “Please follow me.”

She takes you down a narrow hallway, far from where the other workers were posted, and takes you through these metal doors that looked too heavy for her to push, but the guards standing by the sides do it for her instead.

“Head on in. He’s waiting.”

“Right,” you gesture her a head nod in thanks.

Taeyong is seated at his desk, two additional guards standing on either side of the wood, and he’s fidgeting with the pen in his hand. “Lookie here. Our star player. Ten’s little sister. What do I owe the honor?”

“I want out.”

[codenamesazanka]

Somehow despite having constant, consistent Spinner development for the past almost 2 years and 78 chapters, I’ve seen some people still seem to think Spinner is hung up on Stain when the truth is that right now Spinner likely cares only about Shigaraki. Dude hasn’t said Stain’s name since chapter 223, hasn’t thought about the man since chapter 233. Ever since then Spinner’s head been all about Shigaraki, Shigaraki, Shigaraki - Shigaraki’s words, dreams of destruction, desires, well-being, opinions on games, his smiles and the look in his eyes that’s like a boy chasing after his dreams.

In Chapter 220, Spinner confesses that he joins the League because of Stain, but none of the stuff he says then was about ‘True Heroes’ or anything about Heroes at all.

With the reveal of the anti-mutant-type discrimination Spinner suffered, tying into the CRC massacre at the beginning of the chapter, the text pretty much tells us bluntly, word for word, that Spinner didn’t believe in Stain’s vision of Hero Society so much as being awed by how Stain was willing to take a stand and try to change a suffocating, unjust world.

In Chapter 223, when Spinner asks Toga about why she’s here even tho there’s nothing left of Stain in the group, he doesn’t scoff at her answer, the way someone who abided by Stain’s creed might have. He simply accepts her answer, because this is when he realizes he’s got no thread back to Stain either; and so Spinner makes his way back to the League, to Shigaraki, who he also no longer describes with disdain, plus we can also see that there’s no hint of ‘true hero’ talk in his thoughts.

When we finally do get back to seeing Stain in Spinner’s narration, he’s only there as a flashback of the image on a TV. Again, it’s nothing about Stain’s speech at all about ‘purges’ or ‘fakes’ or even ‘a better society’. What Spinner take from the flashback is the feeling he had at the moment: the spark of inspiration, a fire inside his heart.

Because that’s what this has been truly all about for him: finding something to love, to do, to look forward to - Something to fill his empty heart, and Spinner decided long before even this moment that it’s to help Shigaraki.

*

After that it’s no more Stain! Not when Spinner has Shigaraki’s pretty horizon on his mind, or apparently helping to look for Shigaraki’s Hands (which he would later remember the meaning of to Shigaraki).

Definitely not when four months later they’re starting the plan to Destroy Everything, including indiscriminately all heroes, and even that Spinner cared less about than thinking about what ‘the boss probably wants’ for Toga and Twice and all of them.

When Dabi starts his speech to Endeavor that truly is about a fake Hero, about a sham Society, that is most definitely gonna send shockwaves through the nation about Heroism and make people take a good look about what a True Hero entails? Something that Stain would approve of? Spinner isn’t even paying attention; he’s too caught up in worrying about Shigaraki and trying to wake him up.

(In fact, the reason Stain is still relevant is because of... Dabi. He’s the one who invoked Stain’s name and dream in Chapter 267.

Dabi says he doesn’t give a crap about the League, but he still stands by Stain’s dream. On the opposite end of things, the rest of the League, including Spinner, is shown to care about each other, with Stain not even a ghost of a thought in their brains anymore.)

Spinner really just isn’t a Stain fanboy anymore. He hasn’t been for a while; one could argue that he never truly was one, even. Spinner knows there’s not trace of Stain left in the League, he knows Shigaraki isn’t gonna make Stain’s will a reality, he knows Shigaraki is just angry and nihilistic and wants to kill everything, fuck any semblance of justice - Spinner knows all this and knows the Hero Killer wouldn’t approve and yet he’s continuing to stay with Shigaraki and indulge in chaotic-evil destruction. It’s not because (as I’ve seen people muse) he’s tricked or he’s dumb or he hasn’t realized Shigaraki’s true intent (rather, Spinner is prob the character who understands Shigaraki the most right now, and everyone knows it, hence Mr. Compress trusting Shigaraki to him) or he’s hoping to meet Stain eventually and pledge allegiance then. It’s simple: Spinner don’t follow about Stain anymore.

The guy Spinner agreed to follow is the guy who he empathizes with over being empty, who he chased after during all of Deika trying to watch his back, who he bonded with talking about games and stuff, who he adores; and that’s Shigaraki Tomura.