#ghost king danny

[pineconewithapencil]

Flower crowns are awesomeee

not rlly proud of how it turned out but might as well post it

[notstephanders]

POV : you're a ghost that just escaped the ghost zone.

Art study using the scene in puss in boots 2.

Im also a big fan of the scene where he has the coins on his eyes

I kinda wanna redraw this too

[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: Oh no. Dick: What is it? Bruce: Do you remember Danny Fenton? Dick: The biological son you found out about one year before he turned 18? Yeah, I remember Damian was having an aneurysm. What about him? Bruce: Well, he was willing to get to know me, but he's not looking to replace the man who raised him, so he wanted to do things slowly. I agree and have been watching him from a distance. Dick: Okay? What's the problem then? Bruce: The Court of Owls just took him. Dick: Shit. I'll call the others, we can rescue him as soon- Bruce: No no no you don't understand. Danny is far more dangerous then the Court of Owls. I fear by the time we get there it be too late. Dick: He's going to kill them!? Bruce whispering: Worse. He's going to turn them into Skeletons for his undead army, forever doomed to serve him until those they wronged forgive their souls. Death would be far kinder than what is waiting for the Court Members. Dick: Bruce.....did you sleep with a god again? We told you to stop doing that. Bruce: Actually, Maddie is completely human. Danny, on the other hand, died when he was fourteen, overthrew the previous Ghost King, and now controls the afterworld with far too much energy drinks and internet memes in his system. Dick: You promised this kid would be different Bruce. Bruce: Hey, I have not made him a vigilante. He did that on his own. Plus, he isn't a vigilante now; he's more of a morally compromised trickster god.

[novelistwriter]

Retired Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

There is a new teacher at Gotham Academy. Mr. Nightingale is someone who has a mostly clean record. The only stains on his record is being the son to two villains who have been put behind bars and being under a witness protection program to one Vlad Masters.

He was hired because Gotham Academy is in need of not only a Chemistry Teacher and an Engineering Teacher as well, so he will be paid double the amount of money because of him filling two roles.

The students of Gotham Academy are waiting to see if Mr. Nightingale will become a Rogue of Gotham or move on to following his parents' footsteps elsewhere with becoming a Villain to a different Hero.

What the students of Gotham Academy weren't expecting of Mr. Nightingale is that he's a pretty good guy. He's understanding of the students, doesn't give a lot of extra homework to do, and is always bringing snacks for hungry students, including vegan snacks for one Damian Wayne and other vegan students. The only anomaly to Mr. Nightingale is that he is constantly taking eyedrops every hour.

Danny is living pretty okay right now. His friends have moved out of Amity before him to pursue their dreams. They do keep in contact, but collage life keeps them busy. His parents were arrested by the Justice League, and the GIW was disbanded by the Justice League as well. Vlad couldn't get custody of Danny because of both Jazz and the Justice League listening to him about not wanting to be with Vlad. So he's living with his sister until he's old enough to live on his own.

Of course, Vlad wouldn't give up. He kept trying as Plasmius to get him to join the Fruitloop. As soon as Danny got his teaching license, something he wanted other than becoming an astronaut, he and Vlad had engaged in a battle that led to the Fruitloops Castle. The battle lasted a long time, both Halfa's badly hurt, but Danny most of all, as he may be the Prince of the Infinite Realms, but he doesn't have the Crown of Flames or the Ring of Rage to help him. His Ghost Half sustained a lot of damage, with the only injury that transferred to his human half was the burns to his eyes. This is how the Justice League found Danny in Vlad's Castle (as a human and not Phantom), Jazz had called the Justice League because Danny wasn't back yet. Now, he's got to take special eyedrops provided by Frostbite to help his human eyes heal and to help his Ghost Hlaf eyes heal as well.

He was put under witness protection for his safety, and considering that he's living in Gotham, he's got Montoya, some other trusted GCPD officers, and a Bat constantly with him. He's given up on being a hero, as becoming the Prince to the Infinite Realms has overwritten his Ghostly obsession to become the King when he's of age. The only downside is that the Bats and the Justice League are asking around for Phantom. He doesn't want to involve himself in anymore Hero matters, but that will change as he gets more involved with the Wayne family.

[madsdelusional]

God I love this art so much! Danny with a baby ugh! <3

The fic Who You Gonna Call? by jaemyun on ao3 has an absolute gorilla grip on my roommate and I. I found myself doodling Permafrost the baby ghost yeti from chapter 22 because it was just too precious, here it is with some color ^^^

the link for the fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58834891/chapters/149945905

[uniasus]

I am determined to post the next chapter of The Band That Plays Together, Fights Together today. (why did I make the title so long?!)

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“It won’t work.” Danny swallows, watching the cultists climb the stage. The one up front with the Fenton Finder locks eyes with Danny. “They can track me.”

“Track you? Is your head full of bees? Why would such weirdos want to track you…”

Skulker’s voice dies as Danny triggers his transformation. 

“Long live the king!” the cultists chant.

“Ancients,” Skulker curses.

What had Clockwork wanted him to do? Accept not just the Crown, but everything that it entailed. Don’t just wear it, but step into the role. 

What did kings do?

Command. 

Danny summons his crown, the ring of ice around his head weighing down his now floating hair. In the Realms, compared to that odd space outside time, he can feel the power of it act up, sending green sparks skating along the ice. Sparks for the electricity that killed him, cold for the ice core in his chest linked to the chilling expanse of his space obsession. 

[stars-obsession-pit]

Let Me Be Your Sword

Danny’s… not sure how to feel about his new knight.

Like, don’t him wrong, Red Hood—or Jason, as he’d asked Danny to call him—is great at his job. He’s good at fighting, knows how to manage an organization far better than Danny did at first, and is unfailingly loyal. He’s also just generally a pretty nice guy who’s had some similar life/unlife experiences. Their partnership could be really great.

But Jason is in love with him. And Danny… isn’t. So the whole situation feels a bit manipulative.

He’s been quite careful to try to make sure he’s not leading Jason on—in fact, he openly explained his lack of reciprocating feelings to try to make sure there could be no possible misconceptions there—but he’s still worried about the dynamic.

Jason doesn’t care that his feelings aren’t returned.

Okay, well, no, he cares immensely. He wishes with all his heart (though not his voice) that Danny reciprocated his feelings. If anything, he thinks he might be a “little bit” obsessive about his King.

But as things are, he can ‘live’ with it.

It may not be reciprocal, but he can still dedicate himself to his King. Be useful for him. Be valued.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #46

Monks?

Imagine dis…

I don’t know if im late to the trend or what, but recently a feed came and it featured Batman’s ridiculous set of skills and when asked he always answered the Tibetan monks.

Like come on, I would understand if the sorcerer supreme taught you how to astral projection and the mental barrier against I don’t know against a species that have evolved telepathy,

But this isn't Marvel.

…..

The Tibetan monks, an enigmatic, unknowable, and allegedly not real, were the whispered origin of some of Batman’s more peculiar skills. Astral projection. Mental shielding. The ability to remain entirely unreadable even to a Martian. When asked how he learned such things, Batman only offered a cryptic, “I trained with the Tibetan monks.” He never elaborated.

That was all it took to spark a minor obsession in his children and allies alike. If the monks could turn him into Batman, surely they were worth finding. And so they searched from combining every high-tech gadget, satellite scan, magical locator, and favor they could think of. Damian even tried to guilt-trip his father using a technique called “puppy dog eyes” courtesy from Dick. Nothing worked. Every lead crumbled like dust. The monks, if they ever existed, were impossible to trace.

The truth? The monks didn’t exist.

There had only ever been one monk.

And he was not a monk at all.

Years before the cowl, before Gotham knew the name Batman, Bruce had limped and escaped out of the League of Assassins with more bruises than bones and a fresh set of enemies. Refusing Ra’s al Ghul and his daughter had not gone over well. He’d wandered half-dead into the snowy wilds of the Himalayas, not sure where he was going, only that it needed to be far, far away.

Then darkness. Cold. Silence. A silhouette. And unconsciousness.

When Bruce woke, he was alive, bandaged, and lying on a bed of hay that smelled suspiciously like goat. A fire crackled nearby. His host was tall, silver-haired almost white, and moved like a shadow in silk robes. He claimed to be a monk. He never gave a name. He also radiated the kind of energy that made even Bruce’s paranoia sit up and go, “Hmm. That’s not normal.”

Bruce watched him from the sidelines. The man sparred with the air itself, performing forms Bruce had never seen before effortless, fluid, almost theatrical in how they ignored gravity. Despite claiming to seek peace, he kicked boulders in half during his morning stretches. Bruce knew what a formidable warrior looked like. This guy wasn’t just good. He was absurdly good.

Eventually, Bruce asked to be trained.

The monk agreed but with a devilish smirk that should have warned him.

It started with traditional exercises. Then came... less traditional ones. One day Bruce was balancing upside down on one finger. The next, he was chasing wild goats through the mountains with a blindfold on. There was a week he still refuses to talk about, involving fermented yak milk and interpretive dance. No explanation was ever given. Just a barked command, followed by a smirk, and Bruce reluctantly obeying because despite everything he was learning.

And the monk? He never moved when Bruce attacked. Not once. Bruce would lunge, strike, ambush, even beg the man to just flinch, and every time, the monk would remain motionless. The result was always the same with Bruce face-down in snow or mud, groaning, while the monk calmly re-wrapped his bandages and offered nothing but that smirk. That infuriating, soul-crushing smirk.

Name?

Bruce had asked and rasped, wheezing after yet another humiliating fall.

The monk merely chuckled and replied.

When you land a hit.

Bruce did not land a hit. Not that week. Not that month. Not ever.

And eventually, it was time to go. Bruce bowed, still never having won, still never knowing the monk’s name and returned to Gotham.

He never forgot the man.

….

What Bruce didn’t know was that his “monk” had a name, Dan.

Or, more accurately, Dan Fenton. Known in his own dimension for blowing up timelines, developing catastrophic anger issues, and eventually retiring from ghostly overlordship after a few centuries of introspection and really intense therapy. He took a page from Ellie and become a traveler, He’d been vacationing across dimensions, mostly avoiding interdimensional politics and his own mess of a reputation as well to avoid his younger self of a king when he stumbled on Bruce half-dead in the snow.

On a whim, maybe redemption, maybe boredom, maybe the sheer novelty of it, maybe his younger self and clone had finally rubbed of him, he saved him. And since he had time to kill, not that he would ever hurt Clockwork, he trained him.

Using ghost powers very subtle about it, just enough to freak Bruce out and maintain the illusion that he was a living, breathing über-warrior with mystical vibes and killer reflexes. The smirking was mostly for fun. The cryptic one-liners? Also fun. No wonder Clocky liked to say weird shit to his younger self.

What Dan didn’t expect was to actually like the guy. Sure, Bruce was intense, broody, and had the emotional range of a brick, but watching him faceplant into snow every morning had been surprisingly somewhat therapeutic. There was something calming about teaching someone who didn’t know who he was, who didn’t flinch at his name, or whisper “Phantom” like it was a curse. It helped Dan heal too, in his own weird way.

Years passed. Dimensions that he traveled and went. Dan forgot about it.

Then he remembered.

He missed his “student.”

He remembered Bruce mumbling something about Gotham in his sleep, something about a cave and a promise and since Dan had nothing better to do, well other than to laugh at his younger self for winning and taking the crown of the Infinite Realms, he decided to pay a visit.

On foot. Across dimensions. Because why not?

….

Meanwhile, in Gotham…

Bruce was panicking.

A letter had arrived. Just a simple, handwritten note. No return address. No explanation. But the handwriting sent a shiver down his spine.

I’ll be visiting soon. Hope you’ve gotten better.

Bruce dropped his coffee.

His children thought it was a threat. Jason offered to shoot whoever it was. Tim tried to trace the paper’s origin with four different forensic tools. Cass read the note and signed something to the others about posture and unresolved duty. Damian called it a threat that someone could rattle his father with one sentence.

But Bruce knew.

He was coming.

His old teacher.

The man who once made him wear a llama costume for a full week to “teach humility.”

He was coming to Gotham.

Bruce wasn’t sure whether to install extra security or book out every gym in the city to train. He hadn’t stopped pacing in two hours. Alfred found him shadowboxing in the Batcave while muttering things like, “I’ve got better reaction time now,” and “Surely… surely I can land one hit.”

Across the city, chaos was brewing, but not because of the letter.

Gotham’s entire vigilante network, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Spoiler, Orphan, Batgirl, even Signal were neck-deep in the investigation of the Joker’s sudden, mysterious death. Dead, now struggle no physical or chemical cause somehow. No evidence.

No struggle.

Just… gone. The only lead was a single blurry silhouette from a rooftop security cam. The figure was massive, hooded, and moved with a kind of fluid, terrifying grace none of them had ever seen before.

Nobody recognized him.

And Bruce hadn’t said a word, too busy to train or join Alfred in cleaning the manor.

While the rest of the Batfam poured over footage, mapped potential escape routes, and debated theories, Batman was notably absent, still in the Cave, still pacing, still trying to steady his breathing every time he glanced at the letter.

Because Bruce knew who it was. And for once in his life, Batman was torn between abject dread… and the tiniest, most humiliating spark of hope.

Maybe this time, I’ll land a hit.

Maybe I’ll finally learn his name.

Maybe I’ll even win.

…Or maybe he’d end up face-first in an alleyway again while his teacher laughed and handed him his own blend of yak milk smoothie.

Either way, Gotham was not ready.

And neither was Bruce.

…...

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this, you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me, though.

PPS: I felt like posting a bit early. How was it?

[catmaraudersfan]

Fun idea I got while thinking of a few prompts on here:

Danny winds up in the DC universe. This universe speaks a different language than his and even All Speak isn't helping. Not to mention it's been a long time since he fully died and he hasn't been around the living much.

He manages to get across that, while yes, he's not human, he means no harm. Luckily the other group portrays the same intent. One of them (John Constantine) seems to be lecturing some of the members (JL) about something. (Be polite because he may LOOK like a kid {he returned to looking the age he half-died at after he fully died} but John can sense, backed up by other JLD members, that he's MUCH older than he looks. Not to mention the Ghost King thing.)

Over time, Danny begins to learn this universe's language.

One day, Danny is ranting about the Observants and how they keep screwing with Clockwork.

Cyborg speaks up and asks who Clockwork is and that Danny slipped into Ghost Speak halfway through his rant. Danny takes a moment to translate the name and gives the name Kronos.

Poor Danny is confused at the sudden silence and tense atmosphere.

Wonder Woman frantically asks what Kronos did now and how he got free.

A confused Danny says he's NOT free and that THIS is the problem.

Everyone else goes from relief to learn he's still trapped to shocked, confused, and more than a little horrified to learn their friend wants to FREE Kronos?!

Seeing the horrified and bordering on betrayed looks, Danny starts explaining about the Observants and how they've been acting up.

What everyone else HEARS?

'THERE'S ONES *WORSE* THAN FUCKING *KRONOS*?!'

'What have these psychos done to make KRONOS look SANE to this guy?!'

They get their answer when seeing he hasn't quit sold them on freeing Clockwork, more like he seems to have driven them against the Observants, which, he's not complaining, but that's not the PROBLEM.

Danny then tells them about Dan and how the Observants wanted to kill him to prevent it and how Clockwork not ONLY saved him, but found a safer, non-bloody, way to stop that timeline from happening. He DOES assure them that Dan has long since healed emotionally and mentally.

The group is shocked at Kronos' KINDNESS, wonders if death calmed him, and if his madness somehow slipped into these Observant psychos.

[evo-is-obsessed]

new art on redbubbleeeee

[papiliomame]

Shooting Star

The King's arrival is always a spectacle. His cape brings the night sky and his crown the aurora borealis, while he himself is crashing down to earth like a shooting star.

[luminanightfall]

I think that would be worse than hell until whoever went in there either got mad from the ringing or deaf, that sounds like a nightmare.

Overworked- DCxDP prompt

The knight led the group of selected heroes into the throne room. Sitting before a crowd of his people was none other than the ghost king.

"Do not test His Majesty, his mood his well this day. Say only what is necessary." The knight warned before stepping aside.

The kind wasn't what Constantine had mentioned. He was young and rather small for the throne he now sits on. The green flaming crown was unmistakable though.

The young man glared at them with intense animosity, his upper lip curled as he held back a reflexive snarl. Sharp canines peeked out just for a moment as he schooled his expression.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The kind said drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair. His black claws each clicking aginst the cold metal.

The group had been briefed on the situation by Constantine after they were summoning to this realm.

The short and sweet was that they were being mandated to appear before the king of the infinite realms for a long list of violations against the order of the universe. The current group contains Bruce, Clark, Wally, Kon, Jason, Hal, Barry, and Damian. Constantine himself will also be there but he already knows that this tribunal will have multiple groups.

The group reamined mostly silent.

"Where you not read your list of crimes?" The boy asked this time.

An attendant scurried through the crowd with a large scroll in hand before the king immediately waved him off tp return to his post.

"No, lets skip the reading. It would take cycles to get through the charges. Let me be brief. You have all been found guilty of charges of resurrection, time traveling, timeline manipulation, Planetary rearranging courtesy of Mr.Kent here, Interdimensional universe travel, and UNIVERSE MELDING! THE LIST GOES ON!" The king became more irate with every charge. "Tell me why I shouldn't banish you to an empty dimension right this instance."

Constantine knew this was all politics at the end of the day. This whole thing could be smoothed over with the right words by the right person.

"We are human." Bruce said firmly before anyone could stop him. Jason held back a groan of agitation.

"...So you are. What does that have to do with anything?" He boy asked.

"Isn't it natural for us to want to live and do whatever we can to keep living?" Bruce responded

Murmurs erupted amongst the crowd of onlookers.

"So what? Do you think you are the exception then? Look around heroes. This room is full of ghosts who would also have done to keep living. My people couldn't avoid death but they accepted it. What can I say to them if I let you go while they paid their price? How fair would that be?" The king condemned.

The murmurs turned into cheers for their king's words. It was unfair. Why do they get to do what they want without repercussions when they died without even getting the option to live?

"If it counts for anything many of us died to protect as many people as possible," Hal said.

"Well, good for you. How much was that sacrifice worth in the face of your resurrection? That probably doesn't feel cheap at all." The king said sarcastically. "I suppose that goes for most of you."

"I have an objection. Resurrection is not a choice if someone chooses to bring us back we don't get a say. By default we shouldn't be charged for it." Jason argued.

The king paused and raised a hand silencing the crowd.

"Hmmm, I suppose you are correct. Fine, I will strike it from the record." The kind relented.

The heroes had finally found an in. If they could argue their charges down they could leave.

"None of use have willingly time traveled. Hell i hated it. Being lost in time was not a chose we made." Wally said as Barry nodded along.

The king bit the inside of his cheek as he pondered the response.

"I suppose I can overlook it."

"Let me just say that any melding of the universe happened as a consequence of our battle with Darkside." Clark said getting rid of their their biggest charge.

"Darkside?" The king narrowed his eyes.

A courtier stepped forward and leaned down to whisper into the boy king's ear.

"I see. He will be added to the ledger for his crimes. His trial will not be as forgiving as yours. You will not be seeing him again." The boy silently signaled to the knight who bowed and exited with a group of others.

The boy sighed and stood up.

"Follow me."

The group was led down a long corridor to an office with stacks of paperwork from floor to ceiling lining the walls.

"Welcome to my personal hell." The king announced.

Constantine whistled at the sheer number of documents scattered across the room.

"Sorry about the whole court thing. I don't really want to do it but I kind of have to. The Observers demand some kind of punishment for violations. Also, you need to understand that your actions are kept track of and you can't escape it. When you break the rule I have to do the paperwork. AND I HATE PAPERWORK. So here is the deal. You guys bring me the people that have done worse than you on this list and I'll call it square. And if you don't I take everyone's souls." The King handed the scroll to Bruce. "I want the Al Ghul clan first."

"Wait but my-" Damian spoke out but was cut off by the King's raised hand to silance him.

"It is irrelevant to me what your personal issues are. Every violator will be judged for their crimes. If they can give me a good plea then they can return. Consider yourself lucky that you're too young for a full sentencing. As for the rest just do what I say and make up for your crimes. This is a mercy so don't complain."

It was clear that the moody young king wasn't going to argue. It was best to keep quiet and before they knew it the group was sent back to earth.

"You have no idea how lucky we got," Constantine said lighting up a cigarette and leaving to get a drink.

[darlingdream1010]

Blobbies

(The blob ghosts might like Danny a little bit, and he might like them too.)

“Yo Danny,” Tucker called from the living room.

Danny pushed through the wall of blob ghosts putting their heads against him to open the cabinet. He snatched Tucker and Sam’s favorite mugs, then balanced his own favorite on top of one of the bigger blob ghosts.

“Yeah?” He responded, stepping over another pile of blobbies waiting to ambush him in the living room.

“Is it cool if we don’t play Doom? Feelin’ kinda woozy after yesterday’s fight with Skulker,” Tucker explained, scratching his head. “Promise I’m not being chicken.”

Danny snorted and kicked him in the shoulder to make space for himself. ��Whatever’s cool, dude. But you gotta make more space than that when I’ve got this army following me.”

Sam looked up from her place curled up on the armchair beside the couch and laughed.

Tucker snickered, too. Danny kicked him again.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Our little Disney ghost princess needs space for all his critter friends,” Tucker teased.

“At least since we won’t be playing Doom, we’ll be keeping it PG for them,” Danny relented.

Tucker passed him the computer, and they settled into what would have been a comfy silence, if not for the chirping coming from the blobbies. Danny pushed another out of his face and clicked into a random game by mistake.

Tucker leaned over on the worn leather to see what he had picked. “Slime Rancher? What’s that?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know, one of Jazz’s games. Probably something real tame like Animal Crossing.”

He still humored the accident, pressing “new save file” and letting the loading screen wash over his monitor. A selection of “slimes” appeared on screen, and the blobbies clinging to every part of Danny’s body started to vibrate and purr. Danny chuckled at their excitement and found himself a little more excited to try the game.

“You’re really gonna play it?”

“Why not?”

“Dunno. Seems kinda boring.”

Tucker went silent again as the game finally loaded in, and a peaceful tune came from the computer. Danny was on a dry ranch, with a dome building behind him and multiple open pens in front.

The game explained what the building and the pens were, and Danny (and the blobs) found himself listening intently. After getting acclimated to the controls, he set off with a smile on his face.

The other one who was smiling was Sam in the corner, as she watched the two teenage boys slowly fall into the trap of Slime Rancher.

Danny didn’t stand a chance.

Sam could see his delight as with every slime collected, the blobbies cooed and bounced up and down on top of him. Though he pretended he hated those little things swarming around him, he secretly petted and patted them like pets. Tucker was enamored with the game as well. He’d probably claim the “open world aspect” was “an intriguing and impressive display of programming.”

Sam brought out her phone from underneath her current crochet project and snapped a sneaky picture. She looked down at the picture in her phone fondly. Tucker leaning over the shoulder of one Danny Fenton, absolutely covered in blob ghosts.

He might not know it, but Danny’s going to be a great king.

[leafyeyes417]

Summoning fix it

Danny accepted being Ghost King when he was 20. Why 20? Because at that point his human half was looking more fae than human. At least he got that growth spurt and reached 6 foot 5. But the pointed ears, catlike eyes that glowed, fangs, and glowing freckles along with his height made him stand out.

Sam and Tucker, the two most liminal humans up till that point, were only better in that their eyes only glowed when emotional and that they didn’t have freckles. The trio had decided that they were more infinite realm denizens than living and they moved in to Danny’s new castle.

Accepting the throne was chaos. Especially with the observants constantly trying to butt in after he cut their power. They tried many things to keep him busy, including trying to bury him in centuries of old paperwork. Unfortunately for them Danny was not going to put up with that.

He sent out a message looking for any ghosts whose obsession was being a secretary. And there were more than he expected. After screening he chose a few and let the rejected ones know that he would set something up to help them later, but first he needed to straighten things out.

During all this Danny ended up summoned. He was annoyed that any regular old joe could just summon him. He was the Ghost King! He had more important things to do (even if it was just playing video games) than answer every summon request at other people’s whims. There were a multitude of dimensions out there, who knew how often he could be summoned?!

The trio quickly got to work and created a summon circle that first, allowed him to send someone in his stead, and second, prevented forced summoning if he declined answering.

Calling on more ghosts, he found one that grants wishes, and unlike Desiree, has no horrible consequences as long as a price of equal payment is made. He then wished all summoning circles to summon the ghost king from the point in time of his ascension be switched with his new one.

After that, he assigned one of the secretaries to be the one to answer the summons. He made a list of things to outright decline, and if they were unsure they were to call him and ask.

That’s how the Justice League ended up finding out that there was a new Ghost King. Constantine was particularly annoyed when he realized the switch with the summoning instructions. Luckily they weren’t on such a time crunch that they didn’t have the time to get the new materials needed.

Upon completion of the summoning, a female humanoid in a professional suit floated, and spoke “I am Penny, secretary of Ghost King Phantom. What is the subject of your summons?”

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Times They Are A-Changin'

After Danny's coronation ceremony, Sam convinces the trio to go to Undergrowth's realm so she can collect some ghost plants. While there, Tucker accidentally lets slip something that's been on his mind that he'd hoped to keep a secret.

For the Prompts: Danny Phantom is now 16, and as such, is old enough to officially be crowned King of the Ghost Zone. His coronation is…an interesting ritual to say the least. The ghosts don't seem to see how odd it is, but Sam and Tucker definitely are uneasy with the whole thing. And Danny? He doesn't know how to feel. And that's a problem all in of itself. Bonus points for very creepy and Eldritch/Lovecraftian horror or analog horror. {from @sheabeeprime} Danny and Sam finally get their act together, but Tucker starts to get jealous. (Everlasting trio endgame) {from @modordracena} Sam convinces Danny and Tucker to make the trip to Undergrowth's lair so she can harvest clippings of some ghost plants. {from @thefloatingshoppinglist} and Vampire Tucker. That is all. {from @atropos-aeneas}

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[Warnings for mild language, blood, and mentions of eldritch horror]

Two years had passed since the ghost portal turned on and changed Danny's life forever—arguably by ending it, but Danny still refused to acknowledge that. As his closest friends, Sam and Tucker's lives had been changed too that day. And every day since.

A lot can happen in two years, as it turned out. Danny defeated the ghost king and in doing so became next in line for the throne. Vlad challenged him for succession rights on a technicality and got his ass handed to him. Tucker got turned into a vampire. Sam started started studying witchcraft so as not to be left out of the supernatural loop. A few weeks ago, she and Danny had finally gotten their acts together and started dating—took them long enough. And most recently, just a few hours ago, they'd gone to Danny's coronation where he officially took the title of ghost king.

Now, they were stopping in Undergrowth's realm so Sam could harvest some clippings from ghost plants for her witch stuff. Danny and Tucker had both argued against it, since they had never been on good terms with Undergrowth, and of all the things that had changed over the last two years, that wasn't one of them. But then Sam pointed out that Danny was the Ghost King now and so as long as they were in the Ghost Zone, he was all-powerful.

Kinda hard to argue with that.

"I'm just saying," Sam said as she stroked the leaves of some kind of vine, taking in its appearance with a discerning eye, "That coronation was weird, babe. Tucker agrees with me!"

Tucker did agree with her, but at the moment he was more focused on her calling Danny babe and the way it kinda made his stomach hurt for some reason. "What? Oh, yeah. Coronation. Weird."

Danny rubbed his chest where the ghostly bishop had reached inside to touch his core. "It was... interesting," he said. "But there were thousands of other ghosts there, and none of them seemed to think anything was odd about it, so maybe that's just how ghost coronations are."

"Yeah, but they weren't the ones getting molested by some strange ghost priest," Sam pointed out. Apparently having deemed the vine a suitable specimen, she pulled a pair of clippers out of her purse and trimmed some leaves off, placing them in a small glass jar and corking it.

Tucker watched her, his thoughts conflicted between how strange she looked gardening when she was dressed to the nines for a royal coronation, and how absolutely radiant she looked. He bit the inside of his cheek, fang sinking through his own flesh as he reminded himself that she was Danny's girl and he could be keeping his eyes to himself, but the soft green glow of the ectoplasmic flora combined with her shimmering black dress made her look ghoulish in the most attractive way, and that was hard to ignore.

"He was a bishop," Danny said. Then he sighed and took the crown off his head, turning it over in his gloved hands with a frown. 

When Pariah Dark wore it, it was a crown of flames, but now that Danny was king, it had become a crown of frost, and the fractals of ice that covered it shone under the green glow like glitter. It went well with the cape, which was lined with stars so it glinted and sparkled when Danny moved.

It wasn't fair. Tucker was wearing his best clothes too, but he didn't look nearly as hot as his friends.

"I don't really know how to feel about the whole thing, honestly," Danny said. "Touching my core was one thing, but that part where everyone started chanting all that stuff about me becoming 'one with the Infinite Realms for better or for worse'? I mean I already don't like that they're explicitly accepting me as a ruler even if I fuck everything up, but... it made me feel... powerful. Like suddenly I could access all the energy from all the ectoplasm in the Zone just by thinking about it. It was such a rush, but also... kinda terrifying."

"It was terrifying to watch, too," Sam told him.

"Yeah, but also kinda cool," Tucker added.

During the chanting part of the ceremony, Danny had started to glow brighter and brighter green, then his form started to blur and expand until he really looked like he was merging into the ectoplasmic sky. Then the bishop formally pronounced Danny King of the Realms, and just like that, he was back to normal, albeit with a brand new cape and crown.

Sam hummed absently, and when she spoke it was in a whisper. "I don't know why... but it reminded me of the portal. You looked so... confused and distressed. You didn't scream like you did then, but... I don't know. Maybe I'm just drawing connections that aren't there."

She knelt down in the dirt to examine a flower.

Tucker wanted to go and comfort her, but he held himself back. That was Danny's job now.

"It didn't hurt," Danny told her, kneeling down next to her and putting a hand on her back. "I'm totally fine."

Tucker wanted so badly to lower himself with them—but they were the ones in a relationship, not him. He was just the third wheel. 

It had been three weeks of this. Ever since the two of them got together, Tucker had felt inexplicably jealous. At first he thought he wanted a relationship of his own, but he went on a couple dates with Ashley from school and it had only made him feel worse. After that didn't work, he thought maybe it was his new possessive vampire instincts. That was a thing, right?

Over the past couple days, though, he'd been starting to realize that it wasn't a relationship he wanted, nor was it his friend's time and attention. He wanted them. He wanted to be with them. The same way they were with each other.

He swallowed back his jealousy, and once they'd had their moment, he decided to change the subject to something a little less disturbing.

"Can we hurry this up?" he asked. "I'm starving, and there's nothing for a vampire to eat here in the Ghost Zone."

Sam huffed a sound that was halfway between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. "How is it that even as a vampire, food is the only thing that's ever on your mind?"

Food and you two, Tucker thought, not that he would be brave enough to say that out loud.

Sam reached into her purse and pulled out one of her corked glass vials. She seemed to carry around an unending supply of them ever since she started studying witch craft, both empty and occupied. This one was full of a thick red liquid that Tucker instantly recognized.

"Snack time!" she said, tossing the vial in his direction.

The old Tucker definitely would have fumbled it and let it break on the ground, but with his vampire reflexes, he caught it easily. 

"You just have this?" he asked her, his eyes flitting between her and the vial in astonishment. He uncorked it and took a whiff of the scent. It was undeniably human. "What kind of ultra-recyclo vegetarian carries around human blood in her purse?"

"The kind who's been practicing blood-letting for the benefit of her vampire friend," she said. "And can we please let the ultra-recyclo vegetarian thing go! Just say vegan. It's way faster and way less cringe."

Danny snickered a little at that, but Tucker barely noticed. In his mind there were just three words looping infinitely as he raised the vial to his lips and realized it was Sam's own blood he was drinking, sweet and rich.

"I love you."

He noticed his friends both looking at him, wide-eyed before he noticed that he'd voiced his thoughts out loud.

"Fuck!" he said emphatically. In an instant, he dropped the vial and with a speed only vampires were capable of, he disappeared into the dark, twisted jungles of Undergrowth's realm.

He stopped when he reached a copse of trees that formed something like a natural lean-to, and he curled up under it wondering how realistic it would be to wish for death when he was already undead.

He didn't know how long he laid there in the fetal position before he heard approaching footsteps crunching on the ground, and say up in alarm, unsure whether it was his friends, or some of Undergrowth's underlings, and even less sure which he would prefer.

It was a minute or so before they were close enough to smell who it was, even with his heightened senses, and the deep-seated sense of relief and joy at realizing it was Sam and Danny was not at all indicative of wanting to actually see and speak to them.

"Tucker? You there?" Danny's voice called out.

If Tucker's heart was still beating, it would have stopped. "How did you find me?"

"I'm not sure, really," Danny replied as his white boots came into view, Sam's platform combat boots joining them a moment later. Tucker didn't lift his gaze, not wanting to see their faces. "I could just kind of sense where you were. Maybe it's a ghost king thing. One with the Infinite Realms and all that. Can we talk about how you told my girlfriend you loved her and then sprinted into the wilderness?"

Well... it wasn't like things could get any worse, so fuck it, Tucker decided. "Not that it makes any difference, but I love you too, Danny," he said. It might not be too late to pass it off as a platonic 'I love you', but he found that he didn't really want to do that. "Didn't realize until you guys got together, though. Too little too late, I guess."

He didn't see the way Sam and Danny looked at each other, the silent conversation they had only with their eyes.

"Who said it's too late?" asked Sam.

He blinked in shock and tilted his head up to look at their faces for the first time since his accidental confession. They were smiling. Their expressions kind and full of fondness. Danny reached out a hand to help him up, and Tucker hesitantly accepted it.

"Everyone knows the three of us are a trio," Danny said lightly. "Practically joined at the hip. Wouldn't feel right to exclude you from anything you wanted to be a part of with the two of us."

"Not that we'd ever want to," Sam added.

For a moment, Tucker just stood there, frozen with overwhelming emotion. Then, he lurched forward and wrapped the pair of them up in a crushingly tight hug until Sam tapped his back, indicating that she couldn't breathe, and he loosened his grip on her slightly, but didn't release either of them. Sam was still human, but Danny didn't need to breathe.

"A you for real?" he couldn't help asking. "This isn't some kind of fucked up prank, or a dream?"

"Absolutely for real," Danny answered. "Sam's still catching her breath, but if she could speak right now, I'm sure she'd agree. We love you too."

[karra-night]

So, hear me out: Hades is the king of the underworld, right? Danny, as the ghost king, is -obviously- the king of all ghosts. So, could Danny, equivocally, be Hades? Idk but I drew it.

Plus have a Timelapse under the cut

TW: flashing lights