#goddess Danny

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Ok so This is very based on my Aphrodite Danny and My one and true love ✨Misunderstandings✨ so I bring to you

Nyx goddess of the night As Ancient Of Space Danny

Like it makes so much sense why didn’t i think of this earlier??? Anyway on to my thoughts on this

I think he would look like a mix of these two pics

And I would just like it if his eyes changed with the moon cycle like this { And at least someone having the misunderstanding that his eye is the moon cycle it’s not it just follows the cycle it would be hilarious }

And for his lair it would most likely be the same as my Aphrodite Danny and these is pics

!!! Will add plot later like I said earlier I am very tired!!!

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[bet-on-me-13]

Why are there so many gods here?

SO! One day, the Eternal Trio decided to Check if they had ant past lives using Magic.

They already knew that Tucker was the Reincarnation of some Pharoah, so maybe they were also some historical figures in a last life.

It does not go as expected.

Danny finds out that he was the Ancient of Space, and the reason Clockwork was so invested in keeping him from being erased from Time is because he's his Brother apparently.

Sam finds out that she was the Embodiment of The Green, and Undergrowths attempt at Adopting her was some scheme to become the Parent of his used-to-be Queen while she was in Mortal Form, therefore overthrowing her.

Tucker finds out that Duulaman was just one in a long line of the Reincarnations of the Sun God Ra, and that he had been quite a few more historical figures in the Past.

They were surprised to figure this out, but then they got curious.

They tested the Spell out on Jazz, and found that she used to be an Amazonian Goddess, alongside Pandora.

They test it on Dash, and find that he used to be Hermes, God of Travel and Speed.

Ellie was an Embodiment of something called the Speed Force, who was also a child of Space before their rebirth, apparently.

They slowly realize that almost every person of note in Amity Park is the Reincarnation of some kind of God or Spirit. And none of them seem to realize that.

Why are there so many reborn Gods in this town?

...

Constantine is actually asking himself the EXACT same question at that very moment, after a botched teleportation spell landed him in Amity Park.

[bloggerspam]

Phantom Pains Chapter 13 - Snippet

“How dare you.” Steph growls out, and though her voice is not even nearly as deep as his, the venom dripping dangerously from her lips more than makes up for it. “You don’t know anything���” She cuts herself off, screams a wordless scream and kicks Batman in the stupid fucking shin. 

Batman, the absolute fucker, doesn’t even have the courtesy to flinch. She heaves a deep breath, batting Tim’s hand trying to comfort her away, pushing him firmly behind her. 

“You know nothing about what Tim has done for you. What Tim has done for this entire fucking family. For Gotham.” She stands taller, and Batman doesn’t falter but she can tell, she can see that he’s realized what he’s done. What he’s said. 

“Tim had to pick up all the fucking shattered pieces of your inadequacies, your mistakes, had to keep you in line the entire time —he put on the cape, played by your rules, saved you from the Time Stream despite nobody fucking believing in him—HOW. DARE. YOU.” 

Steph is apoplectic. “Do not project your fucking failures, your public displays of self flagellation,” she flails towards the sorry excuse of a memorial, a reminder of a time past, Bruce’s box of a billion regrets, “onto someone who has given his youth to the greater fucking good.”

“Jason left on his own.” Steph wants to pull her hair out in frustration. Wants to pull Batman’s hair out of frustration. “He is his own person, making his own choices. That is not Tim’s fault.” She’s shaking from the sheer anger flowing through her, and enough is enough.

“And while we’re at it?” She grabs Tim, blindly, pulling up her Spoiler mask and stomping out towards where the bikes are and flinging her free hand once more towards the tattered Robin memorial, “Making a fucking shrine to someone he hasn’t been for a long time? Reminding everyone that Jason died that day, that he isn’t Robin anymore?” She hops on the spare bike she left, waiting until Tim is securely behind her, making seething eye contact as best she can with a stony unmoving Bruce.

“All it does is fucking push him away, make him think you don’t want to know who he is now.” She pops on her helmet, visor still up. “You ever think about that, Batman?” 

Batman, predictably, does not answer. She scoffs, revving up the bike and popping her visor down. She leaves her anger behind in a cloud of smoke.

[xoxosummertimejames]

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[radiance1]

Fuck it, I can't find the post so I can't link it here but who bloody cares.

Ahem.

This is bouncing off my other two posts about Danny and Vlad being turned into stuffed toys, wherein one Billy Batson kinda adopted them as friends, and the other being where Sam's soul was taken after she died and molded by Undergrowth into a lesser deity.

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So, Sam, being a giant plant goddess lady (think Te Fiti from Moana) is just chilling on her island, minding her own business doing her dues, helping followers, making the island flourish.

Until one day, something was stolen from her island while she was busy elsewhere, a priceless 'artifact' that held a linkage to her past, mortal life, as Sam Manson.

Safe to say, she was absolutely livid.

So, she told her followers to not let anyone set foot upon this island, if they let someone on the island than it better be someone who's either utterly helpless or in need of help and even then, don't let them step a foot past the beach.

Then she set off.

She pushed her way through the sea, setting off for where she had a vague feeling was mainland and having the intention of getting back her belongings.

A few days later, the government caught wind of a new potential threat heading for the land, and as such, went out to sea to intercept them.

She ignored them, continuing her march and caring naught for the people around her. If they struck her, she would strike back twice as hard with all the fury of her part over nature.

When they struck at her, she summoned forth vines to bind their aircrafts and boats in vines and continued for the land. This goes on for a bit, before ultimately the Justice League have to be called because of the explosion of plant life spreading all over the city.

So they get to fighting her and is actually causing Sam some trouble here. For one thing, there are more of them than they are of her, another is that they're strong beings (as in Wonder Woman and Superman), another being that she's been out of combat for a while.

So she's rusty, sue her, and it's not like she used her abilities to cause harm instead of aid. Hell, this is the first time she even set foot off of her island when she became a goddess.

So eventually, it gets to a point where she just stops caring about causing mass amounts of collateral damage anymore and starts to use her abilities in order to fling literal buildings at Wonder Woman and Superman.

Then came another, highly powerful being.

Shazam.

She was growing tired of being denied what belonged to her, and she grew bitter about these so called 'heroes' trying to stop her as well, at least until, a certain doll, not even as tall as her fingernail just appeared before her.

Shazam tried to reach for them, thinking she would harm him too but, instead, she just stopped and stood there. Before whispering:

"Danny..?"

[justhereforsomethingnice]

It is ridiculously hot for this time of year where I’m at which reminds me of the climate crisis. So here, have a prompt where Danny takes over the body of a billionaire to fix first his country’s problems and then branches out to the world.

They had planned it for a long time. If it ever came to a time where Danny had to run for his life, he was going to pull out some big moves. Who would expect someone trying to lay low and not be found to take over a billionaire? Plus, with all the money he had at the tips of his fingers, who would tattel on him. With him having escaped the GIW just a day ago and his parents in prison for trying to raid a federal government lab (saving him) he had no where else to go. Besides, if he possessed someone he would ping as human, because the person was.

Chosen person? With 264 billion in the bank, it was of course Elon musk. Go big or go home! He did everything very carefully. First observed the man for two weeks, every waking moment, then he took him over. After a week of seeing if anyone would notice, he acted.

He said he had a new interest. He financed an entire city in the United States that ran off of all the new green energy initiatives and innovations. Plant electricity, solar, wave, roofs covered in greenery, amazing public transport, bike and walking safe roads, sand battery’s, red light to go against light pollution and for the first ten years, the rent would be $1. Many were suspicious, yes, but also, no rent in this economy? They’d risked it.

He branched out, paying millions into research of the climate crisis, making the field have leaps and bounds not seen in many years. Organized contests to keep the people’s competitive spirit going and awarded every brilliant mind handsomely. He hadn’t even spent 5% of his wealth yet.

With that project rolling, he moved on to affordable health care and education to keep the health care and care of the land up so when he was gone, people would still profit. That world wide mission made his wealth drop down to a measly amount of 254 billion. He bought up buildings and rented them out in many mayor cities of the world for just 10-20% of the average rent in that country (he would’ve made it free, but apparently appearances are important to upkeep). By now the world accepted that he was weirdly doing this for the betterment of the world. So he started his new projects, reforesting the entire rain forest and giving all the illegal lumbers and farmers a nice well paying job and resources to live comfortably now replanting the rainforests. Every single thing that got discovered had to be taken into account in every new restoration project world wide.

Great, the planet was healing, the people had great healthcare and the creatures on earth consumed less plastic due to alternatives he pushed through. Sam would be proud. And he still had a couple billion left to spend. Bye bye anti ecto acts. You will not be missed.

The end. This was more self fulfilling ranting about climate change and universal health care while also shitting on billionaires then a fic or prompt. But those assholes need to get off their high stacks of gold and actually do something good with it for once. Fucking asshats >:(

Also, if you want to make it a cross over or if this does already exist like with Danny trying this while taking over Bruce, Oliver, Aquaman or hell even ra’s al ghul, Lex luthor or vandal savage I will read that. Over all take home message: Fuck billionaires, eat the rich

[mothofmyth]

Danny, Dani, and Dan as the three fates? The triple Goddess? Maiden, Matron, and Crone? Is that something?

[xysidhequeen]

Did Jason open up his trauma to Jazz? Since she is the group team mom

Oh my Ancients, yes. She cracked that boy open like a walnut. It took a bit, but Jazz reminds him somewhat of Barbara and Harley, so he warmed up to her fairly quickly overall. She really taught him what it's like to have a big sibling(sorry, I love Dick but he was a shit older brother before Jason died).

Jason will talk to Jazz about things he'd never say to anyone else. He actually opens up to Ember and Kitty too, but they're more for when he wants someone to cry with and to have get all enraged on his behalf. Jazz is who he talks to when he wants to fix it.

It wasn't always like that. He had to learn how to differentiate. Had to learn when he needed help, when he had things that needed to be fixed. He had to unlearn the emotional constipation and phobia of talking about his feelings he learned from Bruce too. But Jazz is used to dealing with teenage boys who won't admit they're hurting even on pain of death. She's good at subtly working their pain out and helping them confront it. (She learned a lot from helping Danny and from her Psych classes so she's more crafty about it too)

Jazz is one of the biggest reasons Jason is as stable and emotionally healthy as he is. He's not healed completely. He won't be until he gets closure with Bruce and the Joker. And there's some things that will always stick around. Trauma leaves scars. But without Jazz, we wouldn't have the Jason we do in TKAHRK we'd have someone far closer to the Jason from UTRH.

[stealingyourbones]

Had a fun idea where, for whatever reason (Clockwork. Of course it’s Clockwork), Jason ends up in Amity after digging himself out of his grave and finds himself as part of Team Phantom (because, y’know, dead guys gotta stick together) and eventually he takes the Trio and Jazz back to Gotham with him to do the Red Hood thing sans heads-in-a-duffel-bag (because why would he want to make his problems permanent by turning them into ghosts). So they’re all crime lords/vigilantes/Spooky Bastards.

They're like a proto version of The Outlaws.

[snobgoblin]

this is Nadia and Danny. 2 me

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 22: cryptid

No one at Casper High blinks twice anymore at seeing Danny drink ectoplasm or seeing his eyes glow. He's just a Fenton. After all have you seen Jazz? That woman is super tall and strong, which in itself could be explained but her eyes also glow and Paulina says she saw that Jazz had fangs, Dash confirms that Danny has fangs. Really, they should just ignore all the Fentons' weirdness. It will be better for their sanity.

[bet-on-me-13]

The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts

So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.

Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.

So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.

His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.

Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea

Why do I bring this up?

Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.

Needless to say, he books it.

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

Incorrect FleetwoodMac Quotes

Kiln House, sometime in the early 70s

(Probably)

Jeremy: I don’t know what‘s with the chicks nowadays. They‘re not only playing hard to get they are hard to get.

Danny: I‘m with you man … getting a good woman is close to impossible.

John: I feel you, lads.

Jeremy, Danny: Shut up John!!!

Jeremy: You don’t get to comment, you snatched the goddess with the long legs.

Mick: *enters the room, ducking head under door frame* Were you talking about me?

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Gods & Goddesses AU

Ghosts are gods. Like Clockwork is god of Time, Undergrowth is god of plants, Nocturn is god of sleep, Skulker is god of hunting, Ember is goddess of music, etc.

Gods are made in different ways. Some gods were always there like the Ancients, some were born like Frostbite and Pandora, some gradually rose to god-hood after a long period of gaining belief like Ember and Spectra, and some were human before being chosen by the Infinite Realms to become a god like Danny and Vlad.

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Lore Post: The Goddess of Messages, Prophecy, and Portents

Another goddess, this time with a unique relationship with another of the Divine. At some point I'll post about her sister, for now you'll have to make do with the Goddess of Portents. I don't have anything currently planned for her themes, but she should be a fun one to work with in the future. You'll find a primer on her below.

The Goddess of Messages, Prophecy, and Portents, Brinnglóid is a lower regarded of the Divine among the pantheon. Because prophecy is such a rare gift, even among the Zone, most think her powers paltry. This is intensified by the fact her visions often focus on the mundane or small.

Truthfully, Brinnglóid gives her most powerful visions to those among the Living World, in all but a few exceptions. Because ghosts are often stubborn and their psyches prone to coloring everything through the biased lens of the 'obsessions', she does not often bother with sending portents.

However, there are a few noted Prophets and Seerers among her most devote acolytes in the Zone, and they maintain her shrines with a sense of grim duty and knowledge of impending doom.

She has also blessed a few 'lucky' mortals in more recent times, especially those in more spiritually active places like "Amity Park". Though, the ability to do so is dependent on the natural spiritual powers of those she interacts with, and so her prophets have decreased in number somewhat over time even among the Living.

All incarnations/manifestation in the material plane live deep in secluded parts of the Zone, peering deeply into a water well for subtle signs of her instructions. Empowered to carry out her will among the Timebound, they have warned of several recent disasters, including most recently the creation of the First Halfa.

The rest of her temple attendants and average worshipers call on her aid to safeguard letters and correspondence throughout the Zone, especially for messages of great import.

Consequentially, royal messengers are her most common worshiper, with a secondary and much smaller set making up those who truly believe in her powers to divine the future.