#john spacely

[mygirlhatesmyheroin]

Story of a Junkie (dir. Lech Kowalski), 1985

[thefishywizard]

Guardian swap au for 4/13 ^ ^

[jaseisdory]

I have an idea, this is dpxdc but can be applied to any type of danny phantom crossover.

I may or may not turn this into a series.

Danny's universe is the first universe in existence. Other Earth's existed after his. His world is the genesis of all worlds.

After years of fighting and becoming the King of the Infinite Realms, he's a baby ancient of space, and for fun, he makes other universes and galaxies.

Basically, he becomes God with a capital g. The only difference is that he doesn't really interact with his creations unless they ask him for help.

The only problem with that is he doesn't know that everyone calls him God, so when people pray to him it's doesn't get to him since that's not his name.

He doesn't claim it, and he's powerful enough now where names can't be forced onto him.

But summoning still exists, and people summon him a lot.

John Constantine: Greetings to the Ghost King Phantom, ruler of the Infinite Realms-

Danny "still stuck in his 14 year old body but is only 17" Phantom: You're from that universe I created last month that keeps making paperwork for me!

JL + JLD: Wha-?

Flash: GOD IS A CHILD!?!?!?

Danny: Hey! I'm 17! Also, I'm not God!

[creativedemolisher]

Made a couple wallpapers based on the beta kids aspects

(heavily inspired by this post)

[amikoroyaiart]

Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

[evviejo]

STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE - S2E19 Blood Oath

[druid-for-hire]

hawkeye and trapper get fake septums

(id under the cut)

[image id: a three-page digital comic about characters from the TV show MASH, illustrated by "druid-for-hire." On page 1, frank burns squints at Hawkeye from a short distance, who is next to Trapper, who is reading a newspaper that obscures his face. "Pierce," Burns asks, "what's on your face?" Hawkeye turns to face him, revealing a septum piercing. "what's what, Frank?" he asks. Shocked and affronted by this breach in army regulations, he shouts, "I can't!! Believe you!! It's not enough for you to disagrace the army uniform by being out of it all the time? You have to go and--and do that! You look like a punk! Or a cow!"

On page 2, Hawkeye, unbothered, replies "Y'know, Frank, I'm finally living up to the Pierce name. I was thinking about going for some ear tag earrings. Maybe I can get a nurse to pull my udders." Frank howls, "That's disgusting!" Turning to Trapper he shouts, "Did you have anything to do with this, McIntyre?" Trapper pulls down the newspaper to reveal that he's wearing three septum rings and says, "I sure did! He stole my look!"

On page 3, Frank says "You're both terrible. Both of your butts are going on report!" while Hawkeye takes out his apparently fake septum ring behind his back. "Report for what, Frank?" he asks; Frank turns to see that the piercing is now missing. "Yeah, what's the matter, Frank?" Trapper says, whose piercing is suddenly missing as well. Frank storms off, yelling "Neither of you can pull the wool over my eyes!! Just wait until General Barker hears about this!" Some time later, Frank is standing next to General Barker, pointing at Hawk. "General, I'm telling you, the hole is THERE!" he shouts. "Go and take a look in those nostrils for yourself!" There is a long and awkward pause. The General did not like that. Hawkeye remarks, "Gee Frank, take a girl to dinner first." end id]

[silverspectre51]

Summoning the Boy King

Darkseid was rampaging through Metropolis, Superman was injured, and the Justice League was desperate. As the League hid between fallen skyscrapers, John Constantine prepared a last-ditch effort to save the Earth.

The Hellblazer drew an intricate sigil on the ground; its circular design stretching over six feet in diameter. Most of the symbols within were space-related, while the others were themed to royalty. Batman, one of the few heroes in-the-know, grunted.

"Are you sure this king ghost can help?"

Constantine sighed and pinched his nose.

"He's the High King of the Infinite Realms, Bats, an' he's bloody powerful. He'll stop Darkseid, alright, but what he does afterward is anyone's guess. Believe me, I wouldn't be doin' this if we had a choice."

Batman sighed and glanced at the smoke-filled horizon.

"Alright, get on with it, then. We're running out of time."

Constantine nodded and placed a single offering in the center of the sigil: a squishmallow of Disney's iconic blue alien, Stitch.

"I beg your finest pardon," Batman sputtered, "What on Earth is that?"

Constantine sighed again as he took his position at the edge of the sigil.

"Mate, the book was very specific. Unlike his predecessor, the new king requires a single offering of space or alien theme that is suitable for children. It's bloody strange, but beggars can't be choosers."

Batman just shook his head and looked on. Constantine raised his hands and started the summoning chant. An eerie, green glow spread across the sigil, and light fog gathered above it. Little white orbs floated up from the ground and spiraled together, forming the slowly spinning visage of a spiral galaxy.

"Incredible..." Zatanna gasped, "This summoning is on a level all its own. This king of yours is on the level of Gods."

Finally, something began to form over the small galaxy. Batman's expression quickly softened, much to the surprise of his teammates. It was mere seconds before they understood, as a black blob full of white stars formed into the shape of a boy. The blob had spiky 'bangs' if you could call them that and eerie, glowing green eyes.

The squishmallow floated into the boy's arms and he squeezed it excitedly. At the same time, he took on a far more human form, with pale skin and snowy white hair. His eyes had whites now but still glowed green. He was dressed in black and white, royal attire with green accents, a black crown floating in a green aurora, and a black ring with a green stone. A black cape flowed down his back, its underside looking as if it were cut from a clear night sky.

"Awesome offering, dude! What can I do for ya?"

The voice was a reedy tenor in the throes of puberty, and its owner was more than a little geeky. The boy's smile was infectious, or it would have been were it not for the specific circumstance.

"How old are you?" Batman asked, his tone soft, "We weren't expecting a child."

The boy waved him off like it was nothing.

"No one ever does. And, um... technically I'm fifteen. I know, I don't look it."

Constantine cut in, clearly out of patience.

"Look, this monster Darkseid is destroying our world. We need you to stop him."

The boy turned in the air and took in the destruction around him. Somehow, he seemed to understand the situation immediately.

"Okay, but I gotta get permission first. This'll take a lot of power." He paused, taking a breath, and then yelled in a strange language. "Mom!"

Constantine paled and the other heroes shrank back as a green portal tore into existence. A young woman, barely an adult herself, floated out. She had waist-length blue hair and the same glowing, green eyes. She wore a royal outfit in white and maroon, complete with a glittering, silver tiara studded with rubies.

"What's the matter, Danny? Are you okay?"

Danny nodded.

"Mhmm! These guys need me to take out this Darkseid guy, though. Can I use my full power?"

Constantine snuck a drink from his flask. He did not sign up to deal with the fucking Queen Mother of the Infinite Realms, nor had he known she existed. God, he needed a smoke...

The Queen Mother smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her son's forehead. She spoke whilst taking his new plush.

"Yes, Danny, you may. Let me hold onto this for you so it doesn't get dirty."

Danny nodded and turned away.

"Okay, thanks mom!"

The Queen Mother vanished through and with the portal she had created. Moments later, Danny shot off into the city, with the remaining able-bodied heroes hot on his trail. The young king reached Darkseid rather quickly, engaging him while the Leaguers looked on from cover. Darkseid was foolishly amused.

"A child dares oppose me? Flee, whelp."

Batman tensed as Darkseid unleashed his Omega Effect. Two red beams shot from his eyes, and yet the young king floated firm. Two eerie, green beams shot from his own eyes and, to the shock of everyone, overpowered his foe's. Darkseid shattered into many tiny pieces which then vanished into thin air.

"Man, he really wasn't smart!" Danny grinned, "Who fires a death beam at the king of the dead?"

He received no response, as the heroes were too stunned to speak. Smiling, he saluted the group before tearing open another portal.

"Oh well; villain gone, carry on. Later guys!"

Batman glared at Constantine, but the Brit had already absconded. Heaving a sigh, he resigned himself to this new reality. Darkseid was gone, but there was an incredible new power to worry about.

(Note: My only source of information is DP canon, DP fanon, and the Justice League cartoons from the early '00s. I apologize for any inaccuracies with Batman's or Constantine's behavior.)

[narklos]

Go away mum

[shotmrmiller]

Sitting disgruntled in Johnny's kitchen with a shirt you had no choice in wearing because it's either this— a deep navy cotton tee that hangs loose on your frame, his unmistakable scent wrapped around you like an uninvited guest or your own shirt which lay in his bathroom sink, sopping wet and decidedly out of commission.

The locksmith was taking their sweet time, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. You could've stood outside and braved the freezing cold misery standing by your very locked car (with your keys inside) but even you weren't so proud as to decline Johnny's offer of waiting it out at his place.

Although you almost turned right back around when he gave you a grin that showed far too many teeth at the sight of you at his front door, only to smile even wider— the carved out skin on his chin stretching taut— when his sharp gaze lingered a little too long on your chest.

"Oi."

His hands had raised up, cool-hued eyes now molten hot. "I'll be good, promise."

You'd meant to loaf around in his living room, with a scratchy, thin white towel around your shoulders for warmth but he'd have none of it, arguing that you'll catch a cold and while he'll do many things for you— the emphasis on the word many with a stare you could physically feel grazing over your face, the bare curve of your shoulder and the chipped polish on your toes was dizzying— he isn't a very good nurse.

And with Johnny, giving him rope means he'll want a cowboy.

Naturally.

It's mildly disarming, watching him flit around his kitchen, tossing whatever he has in his pan with one hand. Oddly domestic. The whistle of the kettle punctuates the air, and without missing a beat he places a lid over the pan and reaches for the cupboard. And here you'd thought he'd been raised in a barn.

"Ye will 'ave tea 'nd some scran," he says, the words thick with his accent, "And I'll 'ear none o' it."

You bite the inside of your cheek and lie. "The locksmith's going to be here soon, I've only time for tea." But of course, Johnny sniffs your bluff out and he isn't one to let it go unnoticed or unchallenged.

He slides the warm mug across the counter toward you, his roughened knuckles brushing against yours just enough to send frissons up your arm. "Aye," Johnny drawls, dragging the word out in a way that has heat crawling up your spine. "I'm sure."

Then there's a fork in your face, a piece of chicken pierced through the teeth. "If ye willnae eat, then I'll feed ye." A soft curl of steam rises from it, carrying a savory aroma that hits you square in the stomach, twisting it into knots of hunger. "Open."

It hovers too close to be casual, so you encircle his wrist, your fingertips barely encompassing it— your fingertips don't even graze each other— and tilt your head back slightly.

"It disnae bite." But by the looks of him, the blue of his irises electric in its intensity, he just might.

So you take his offering. A bit on the bland side, but completely edible.

"Not so bad, aye?" Johnny's tone is light, words sliding out with an easy lilt, but there's something about the way he says it that sets your teeth on edge. He leans back, a smarmy smile curling his lips, thoroughly enjoying this small victory.

"It needs more salt." He shrugs a bulky shoulder as he turns, picking up another piece and offers it to you.

You eye him warily. "'M watchin' my sodium." Johnny nudges the fork closer, and this time you open your mouth to tell him to piss off, or at least add more goddamn salt, but he takes advantage of the opportunity and sticks it in and it's hot. So bloody hot, it sears your tongue before you can even think to spit it out. The heat spreads, sharp and unforgiving, and you instinctively jerk back, but he grabs your face, fingers feathering along your jaw and your cheeks dip under the pressure.

Then he's blowing into your mouth and it's clumsy, frenzied, and entirely too intimate, his lips hovering just shy of yours, his nose brushing yours as he mutters a quick apology between breaths. You're caught somewhere between mortification and disbelief, your hands frozen mid-air as Johnny blows one more time before pulling away.

"Didnae think it was hot enough t'burn ye," he tosses over his shoulder. Johnny's turned away now, broad back to you, plating the food but you haven't taken your eyes off him. The way he'd quickly closed the space between you two, taken control of the situation— it's as if he knew what he'd been doing even though he pretended otherwise.

Your phone blessedly rings then, a much-needed distraction and you almost choke on the cooled chicken as you scramble to answer. Your voice comes out half-garbled as you manage to blurt, "Hello?"

The locksmith's here, finally, and you're grabbing your sodden shoes, keeping his shirt because it's incredibly soft, and being unwillingly walked to the front door.

"I'll be seein' ye, hen," he says, his gaze unapologetically focused on you. His smile still has too many teeth.

"Right. Thanks." Your tongue feels foreign in your own mouth, numb and uncooperative, and you run it along the edges of your teeth. The rain has softened into a gentle drizzle and you all but run away, shoes splashing against wet pavement, your car coming into view in seconds, the locksmith moments later.

Fucking finally.

(Not if you see him first.)

[rottingghosty]

The Ghostling of Space | DC X DP

i’m working on the next part of the realms pr au trust me i am but i got this tiktok my fyp and suddenly i’m thinking of a NEW au for dc x dp. video is at the end i came up with this at 2am (like usual) so there will be errors

prompt: Danny’s the Ancient of Space, he spends most of his time floating around space because he’s on a vacation by his council to enjoy his life as a baby ghostling and a young prince since he’s still too young to rule so he has someone as a regent (not sure who yet). So he’s just going around, passing various planets and solar system. He’s essentially swimming around because he looks more like a mer than a human.

Danny should’ve realized that someone was going to notice him at some point, he didn’t realize it’d be a few years after Clockwork had spat him out in this universe. He’d been enjoying his time witnessing the birth of stars, of nebulas being born and the death of a solar system. The universe he was in made his core thrum with life, he’s gotten to feed it heavily that it puts his main obsession on the back burner. He skims his finger tips through the stardust of a star that had been born, molding and shaping it until it joins its brethren to form a constellation for the planet he was curled around.

The planet had no life yet but he knew that would change one day, he could feel its core yawning and turning. It’d get its push once Life had the opportunity to focus on it and breathe into the core. He was balance, his essence seeping into the planet’s core as he does his part of aiding the formation of a baby solar system. His body twists as he swims languidly through the vaccum as he does flips and turns. Moving through space with his newly formed tail felt like he was in the ocean, the movement so naturally and freeing.

It’d been when he finally drifted away from it and towards the Earth that was so similar to his back in his own universe he could never return that someone picked up his presence.

It’d been when he finally shrunk from his rather large size to something relatively smaller as he curled around a moon near Uranus. Away from any prying eyes as he allows himself to drift off into sleep.

It’d take someone to had been looking at one of Uranus’ moons to realize that something was curled around one, something large and green.

Captain Marvel could only stare in awe at the figure that curled around one of the moon’s of Uranus. The figure was beautiful, pale green skin that seemed to glow before dimming and brightening again. They seemed eel like if the way they seemed to move their body to curl around the moon of Titania. Where legs would have started, instead goes into an void of darkness, with a green glow that was a sickeningly shade of bright green that dimmed and brightened.

It was beautiful as it was eerie. The glow seemed to start from the hips and continued down its sides and tail, the fins flaring every time the creature seemed to breathe. A fin from at the top of the spine and continued down the entire back until it reached a stop before the end of its tail.

Captain Marvel knew that the other members in the Justice League were in awe just as he is, something about this being screamed otherworldly. It screamed magic and it made him very being thrum with energy he’s never felt before. He wanted to say something, to speak about what would be the best course of action to take to see if this being was a friendly or a hostile. Before he could even say a word, Constantine released a curse.

“Why is there a bloody baby ghost of the Infinite Realms here?”

TLDR: danny is very much a baby ghost prince living his life watching everything in space and making new things. he’s basically the equivalent of a baby god playing toys (planets and solar systems) and has no idea that he’s giving the JL and JLD a heart attack because oh my god that’s a baby ghost. but also OH MY GOD THAT’S THE BABY GHOST OF THE HIGH KING. still unsure who takes on the role for danny, pandora? cw? frostbite? a random oc? i know people use jazz as a regent but shes like a teen and deserves to live her life without having to deal with ghostly duties.

now danny’s got these people wanting to care for him cause he’s just out in the open in space and they don’t want the high king to get upset if their son is hurt.

(clockwork finds it very funny because if anything, they have to worry about upsetting anyone who danny deems as his)

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Found this while doing some digital spring cleaning: an abandoned animation idea for Treasure Planet’s 20th birthday! I ended up going with a much simpler animation because I just didn’t have the time, but I’m surprised to find that I still like these bones!

[rcjii8]

i fell asleep relistening to malevolent and woke up around part 46 and holy hell did this dialogue make me tear up... john doe you are too pure for this world

this started as a quick doodle but man,,,

[marsalta]

[smellroy]

*points at Irving* now THAT’S a guy who loves a good puzzle and red wine combo.

[insert third panel in which Irving sees the piece around Gibson’s neck while Gibson is stewarding, yanks it off without a word, and places the piece into the puzzle.. finished at last...]

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.