#fright zone

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She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Zoom Backgrounds

Five zoom backgrounds were originally available for download on the official site and I'm archiving them all here

Take your next meeting from the Fright Zone and keep 'em on their toes!

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I’ve been rewatching She-Ra and every time i see Catra and Scorpia I CAN’T NOT SEE THEM 🩵💜

[taracandycorn]

[friendlyneighborhoodbearcat]

Glimmer: Well, we’re not leaving her [Entrapta] there now. We’ve got to rescue her.

Bow: How? We can’t just walk into the Fright Zone.

[catras-breakup-song]

finding fanfics, art, or gif sets, or amvs/edits, or what have you, of catradora and “that little spot on the roof that only you knew about” in the fright zone (as per horde prime in the original script) will never NOT hurt, if i’m being honest. it’s such an uncommon detail but when people in the fandom don’t forget it, i always see that. it’s my favorite content they ever make. deeply personal, even.

so if anyone knows of anything regarding those scenes (namely 01x01 + 03x05 + 05x10) that you can share with me, whether via in the notes or in asks, then please do!!

[paulswain]

THE FRIGHT ZONE by Paul Swain

https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/295679818988

[al3xtheg3nd3rfluid]

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Queen of the Fright Zone!!

[jidblogger]

Scorpia seems like someone who would want to hold Horde Reunions in her new Fright Zone Kingdom.

Like Highschool reunions and yes just as socially akward 

[plot-prominent-horde-squad-au]

She-Ra AU Concept: EtherianOlympics!AU

This is lowkey a shitpost of an AU. Basically, we start in the middle of season two. The Horde is still doing its thing, and while it is not fighting against every kingdom, we already know it is fighting against multiple. However, Scorpia, who is basically the princess of the Horde, was invited to Princess Prom. In all honesty, it seems like the Horde is generally considered its own sovereign entity. So when Princess Sweet Bee announces the grand reintroduction of the Etheria Games (which haven’t happened since the beginning of the war) in order to boost morale amongst both her subjects and any nearby kingdoms who wish to participate, she accidentally invites the Horde to join as well, since it’s technically its own country. 

Many higher ups in the Horde are conflicted about this, but they realized that 1) many in the Horde were really excited to do something like this and 2) it could be great for publicity (intimidate their enemies with their sheer athleticism whilst also improving their relationships with other countries not involved in the war, as the Princess Prom incident made them look bad, so this would be their “redemption arc”). They announced this to all those in the Fright Zone, and began auditions for joining the games. 

The Horde already keeps track of which squads are the best at which sports, and has a ranking system. It also already has its own tournaments amongst squads each year. This is the same for single person sports and such. That’s why they simply asked which teams (or individuals) wanted to compete in the games, and out of those who wanted to compete, they picked out the top one (or, in the case of individual sports, the top 5). Basically everyone who was already at the top or in the top 5 chose to compete, as it could get them pretty far ahead, and the Horde already has a culture around competition and proving yourself.

Squads who were in the top for multiple sports could choose which one they wanted to compete in. Those who were in the top for an individual sport and a team sport were encouraged to pick the team sport, but there were a few cases in which the team chose to drop their opportunity in favor of letting their teammate follow their individual sport. For those who made it into the top 5 for multiple sports, they were encouraged to choose the sport they were either the best at or had the highest ranking in.

The Horde has some stupid practices when it comes to considering people’s jobs and “usefulness”, but the Horde isn’t completely stupid. There are many disabled members of the Horde who work in the Fright Zone, as well as many others who won’t (or don’t need to be) fighting on the front lines for a while. So they took those people aside and gave them the chance to audition for the cheer team. Multiple kingdoms in Etheria have a bit of a cheer culture, even if it’s not the same as American cheer. It definitely has many of the dance and gymnastics elements to it, but all different types of dance. Each culture has its own unique style of cheer, and the Horde is no exception. In order to show that they are the best, they made their own cheer team. Many athletic folks who didn’t make any of the teams decided to join this cheer squad. Some folks got into the elite “Pyramid Cheer Squad”, some got into the “Dance Cheer Squad”, some got into the “Noisemaker Cheer Squad”, and some joined the “Signs and Flyers Cheer Squad”.

Kyle joined the cheer squad and discovered that he’s actually really good at cheerleading despite his clumsiness. He eventually became one of the heads for the Noisemaker Cheer Squad due to his organizational skills and being really energetic/enthusiastic.

Lonnie is number 3 at track & field, which is why she will be competing. She will be doing the 200m sprint, 400m hurdles, pole vault, and javelin.

Rogelio is number 2 for branch racing. This is a sport in which competitors must race through a forest of trees without flying, making contact with the ground, using magic, or breaking branches/vines in a way that makes once usable things no longer usable. The point is to basically leap/swing from tree to tree using strength, agility, speed, and quicktime strategy.

This AU is very dumb in its premise, but I can make it even dumber: everyone in the Horde is so focused on the Games, they forget to fight the war, and whilst they keep a strong hold over their previously stolen territory, they forget to continue invading places and basically stop expanding. Many folks also meet and even get along with folks from other countries, and not only do many Horde athletes start to desire a normal sports career, but some of the other athletes start to empathize with many of the Horde’s younger cadets (most of the Horde’s “olympic” athletes are cadets and some of them are pretty young). 

After the games, pretty much everyone in the Horde realizes that they’d all rather just do sports stuff and be normal, so they tell the princesses that they’ll stop invading places as long as they get to keep some of the land they captured (mainly just the farmland and such). They may overthrow Hordak/take away his power in the Horde, depending on my mood and whether or not I want him to also decide that sports are better than war. The Horde becomes a relatively chill (if aggressively competitive and slightly standoffish) place, slowly going from colonizing army to industrial, self-sustaining country. Their leadership becomes a lot less controlling, and the “citizens” of the Horde gain a lot more freedoms and civil liberties. They slowly become less isolated, and eventually a program to improve Etheria’s technology is started, where Hordean (demonym for the Horde) engineers and technicians began introducing Hordean technology (not weapons) to other nations. They even began giving away certain tech whilst showing others how to use it. This program also allowed for cultural exchange, most of which was sports related.

The Horde went from an invasive force of destruction to “the kingdom of sports.”

So that’s how the Horde gets defeated. Through the power of really liking sports.

This is the dumbest AU I’ve ever come up with.

[toyjunkie]

Mattel Creations Fan Abstimmung mit 5 Produkten für das nächste MotU Origins Crowdfunding

[pricklenettle]

inspired by this post, Danny’s lost in the ghost zone and comes across pariah dark’s keep. I had to draw it and had The most fun with the spooky green ghost zone

[emacrow]

The High Infinite realm king is missing and all of realities started to blurred in his absence while a Fright knights Quad are looking for their king.

It started during the time of Salam night of Halloween where the veil was at it's thinnest as Halloween Fright Knight was doing his job capturing the evil and dangerous creatures of the night, senting evils ghosts, demons, spirits and ghouls to the nightmare, hellish realm with his sword.

Once his duty was done as he was making sure on his checklist on his scroll because he refused to use those thing call Cell-phone as The rebirth Pharoah suggested to him.

And come back to report his duty was finished to find that The Throne broken and the king missing, and what seem to be ransacked with scorched walls here and there.

His grip on his green scroll loosen as it dropped to the green glowing ground, being stained by the splattered of ecto mixed red blood was on the purple tilted floor.

The High King was missing which mean the Infinite realm has lost it's very core.. which mean realities itself will soon collapse as very dimensions collides instead of staying in their balance places.

Meanwhile metropolis, gotham and even altantian was experience trouble as people were running/swimming and screaming from a the literal rifts and tears of the sky and ground, each having a alternate dimension of some sort.

One having literal pony verison of themselves with unicorns, alicorns and Pegasus.

There was one where serial killer are chasing poor victim and feeding them to some claw like being.

Another with literal hell with fire, demons and dead people screaming in torture.

And many other dimensions started to blurred in the seams like a mismatch blanket being sewed in terribly wrong by a amateur. Ghosts, mythic, supernatural beings, biblically accurate angels and monsters of unholy natures were popping left and right, here and there.

The justice league were in the middle of the meeting with John Constantine who was looking like he saw the very end of his life with how pale he was.

From what John Constantine knows that even every demons, Gods and Goddesses of death themselves were all searching as well for the High Infinite realm king... especially considering he was their boss that keep their dimensions stable and running in the first place. They do not like that some of their subjects were escaping in this particular dimension due to the literal dimension tears.

And what is on everyone's minds was, Where is Danny Phantom?!?

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Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3

Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol

Shifting Where = Space (Danny)

Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)

Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)

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Bruce watched the footage again.

And again.

Again.

It didn’t make sense.

A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.

The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.

He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.

The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.

King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.

King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.

He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.

The message was a final warning.

A final offer.

Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.

If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.

It had not been an idle threat.

Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.

Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.

The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.

It started in Illinois.

It did not end there.

Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.

Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.

There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.

Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.

He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.

It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.

A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.

But.

He watched all the footage.

Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.

But never by Phantom or his armies.

The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.

When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.

It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.

Bruce watched all the footage.

And again.

Again.

Phantom had declared war.

Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.

Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.

“Amanda Waller has reached out.”

Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.

Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.

The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.

It probably was.

“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”

Bruce shut off the monitors.

He’d seen enough.

Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.

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Part Two Part Three Part Four

[bet-on-me-13]

"Fright" Knight

So! You know how in some parts of this Phantom, people call Danny's Ghostly family his Fright?

Well what if that is the official term for Ghost Families/Ghost Groups in the Realms? And if so, that has some implications for Fright Knight

Fright Knight is a Spirit of Familial and Interpersonal Protection, the representation of the Guardianship of Families, Friends, and Homes

Or

Fright Knight was a Knight in his life who died protecting his Family and Friends. When he formed, he kept fighting to protect other Families and Friends.

The Halloween thing was just a fun little Hobby for him.

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

DP X DC crossover prompt

Sam and Tucker, thanks to living in Amity Park and being overshadowed and controlled by ghosts so many time, had become very liminal. Until an accident while trying to stop the newest ghost enemy led to the two of them becoming halfa’s. Sam’s ghost form looks like what she looked like during the whole Undergrowth thing. And Tucker’s ghost form looks like his King Tuck design.

After a reveal gone wrong, Danny, Sam, and Tucker flee Amity Park. The trio run away to Gotham, and using money Sam managed to snag from her account before they left, they buy a nice sized building right in the middle of Crime Alley. They decide to turn it into a bookshop and cafe. There’s a garden/greenhouse attached to the back end of the building where Sam grows all her plants and herbs. Tucker has his own tech room in the basement alongside Danny’s tiny lab space. They live together in the apartment above the bookshop/cafe.

One day while out on a walk, Danny stumbles across two tiny twin half formed baby ghost cores. They’re nothing more than tiny little balls of glowing light at the moment. Baby ghosts that are just starting to form but are nothing more than cores at the moment. But they seem to be slowly fading. Danny refuses to let them fade away into nothing. He scoops them up, infuses them with some of his ectoplasm to get them going, and then shoved them into his chest for safe keeping and so that they can be close to his own core which starts slowly feeding them energy.

Danny rushes back to the shop and drags Sam and Tucker to the upstairs apartment and shows him the baby ghost cores he’s found. The three all agree that they’re going to help these cores develop into actual ghosts. They switch off on who carry’s the ghost cores around. Some days it’s Danny. Some days it’s Tucker. And some days it’s Sam. Each of them feeding the cores a little bit of their ectoplasm to help them grow.

One of the cores feels distinctly female and has a purplish blue glow to it. The three start jokingly calling her violet. The other core has a distinctly male feel to it. It’s an orangish red and has a small crack along one side of it. Danny jokingly said one time how he (the baby core) kind of looked like Nemo’s egg at the beginning of Finding Nemo and ever since they’ve been calling him Nemo.

The two cores have been developing very slowly, both seemingly unable to absorb the needed ectoplasm, to form into full ghosts, quickly. The trio is fine with this, they can be patient, and wait to meet their twins.

Then one day there’s some kind of massive ghost attack. Maybe a cult or something attempted to summon the ghost king but messed up the summoning and accidentally summoned something else. The Justice League try and fight the thing, but they’re no match for this ghost monstrosity. And the JLD aren’t available to help for whatever reason. The trio decides to step in and help. They kick the crap out of the ghost pretty easily and send it back to the ghost zone. Then Danny, in his King Phantom garb (crown of fire, whispy white fire like hair, a regal looking version of his hazmat suit, the ring of rage on one finger, and a cape around his shoulders, the outside being pure white but the inside looking like the vastness of space) approaches the cult and rebukes them, telling them how even if they had managed to summon him he never would have helped them take over the world.

After that the trio become members of the Justice League. Thanks to some of Danny’s previous time travel shenanigans, and Danny being the ghost king, and Sam and Tucker his consorts/mates(?) the Justice League all think that the trio are ancient eldritch ghost gods.

And then one day when the trio are in the Watch Tower with the rest of the League their twin baby ghost cores come up. Maybe it was time to switch out who was carrying them, and mid meeting or lunch or whatever, Danny just reaches into his chest, pulls out two small glowing orbs. He cradles them close to his chest for a moment, looking at them lovingly, and whispering something soft to them in ghost speak. Then hands them over to Sam, who does the whole cradle them close and whisper softly in ghost speak before shoving them right into her chest.

They look up from this to see the whole League staring at them wide eyed and confused. Danny just casually explains that those are their children but they’re still forming so the trio needs to keep them close to their cores to help them grow, but they like to switch up everyday who carry’s them. Every member of the Justice League becomes super protective of the trio after this. They see it as the three essentially being pregnant (sort of), and they don’t always know which one of them is carrying the baby ghost. So best to just be protective of all three. The trio finds this kind of amusing and a touch bit sweet.

When the twin baby cores finally develop into actual baby ghosts, the two kind of look like a mixture between Danny, Sam, and Tucker’s ghost forms. Though Violet has dark purple hair and eyes and Nemo has bright orangish red hair and eyes.