#or that clockwork is essentially his mentor

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 16

The observant are done watching. They want to command the infinite realm. With the king sealed away they decide the time is now.

They discovered a way to twist the ancients. Doing so hitting both pandora and clockwork. Pandora now seeks to help free evil and wreak havoc. Clockwork is now actively trying to find the worst timelines to force to happen.

The observants didn’t get frostbite as Danny was figuring out his ice core. Which means now he had to deal with those two ancients as well as overgrowth. Maybe even vortex makes an appearance.

The observants game plan is to make all the powerful ghost look bad so they get locked away. The only one who can fix the personalities of the ancients is the king. Take out those powerful and no one can free pariah to defeat him.

Danny returns to amity to find time frozen. Danny the little thief he is stole three time medallions (clockwork let him). Pandora is preventing him from getting to sam and tucker releasing evil from her box.

Danny gets out of amity. Leaving Sam as overgrowths “daughter” his friends and family frozen then guarded by evil beings. He heads out human so they can’t track his ecto signature.

With two extra time medallions he sets out. He finds the justice league. Wonder Woman immediately wants to help. She wants to help free pandora. Superman also heads to amity to help out. Both have rigged up Spector deflectors so they can’t get overshadowed.

John is the one who figures out what caused the personality switches. Bad news the only person who can fix it is evil. Danny was ease-dropping (they had him making anti ghost weapons, Danny only made non lethal ones)

Danny being Danny leaves his time medallion and takes off to free pariah.

John and Batman follow the child. They try and stop him from summoning and freeing pariah. Danny is just like chill i sealed him up like 3 months ago I’m sure i can handle this.

No explanation he just transforms and frees pariah. John and Batman can’t do anything to the ghost king as Danny traps him and the king in an ice dome. No point risking others getting hurt.

Danny wins. Frees pandora and clockwork. Wonder Woman had managed to trap pandora (pandora was definitely fighting the spell and resisting as much as she could). Clockwork just knew it was gonna happen. The observants were silly to think he wouldn’t.

The justice league now monitor amity park for when the next earth destructive ghost escapes. Danny has been forced to take lessons. The first one is risk management and the importance of disclosing powers. It’s just a lecture made by Batman.

[escelia]

New Sibling Just Dropped

Or Danny gets willingly isekai'd into the DCU and gets a twin out of it.

I know I disappeared from the face of the earth for a bit there, and there's stuff I should probably be updating, but I come baring different stuff this time :D

Just started this for fun, and I have at least one other chapter of it done, but idk how long this bout of inspiration will last, so I'm just rolling with it for now.

@flamingpudding look! i pulled a jason todd and rose from the grave!

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Danny was tired. The kind of tired you felt behind your eyes and in your bones, and weighed heavy with achievement. He was perched on the edge of a building in his ghost form looking over Amity Park with a soft smile as he watched Youngblood run through the park with human children, Cujo playfully on their heels. His galaxy cloak (which had been a coronation gift) billowed around his lap like a gas with stars twinkling inside. 

It had been a few years now since he took up the Crown of Fire and became High King of the Infinite Realms, and while he had accomplished many things since then, graduating from high school wasn't something on that list. It sucked that he wouldn't get to walk across the stage with Sam and Tucker, but in the face of all he'd been able to do for both Amity and the Infinite Realms, it was worth it. They coexisted now. There was still trouble every now and then, but Danny had helped the ghosts who insisted on staying in Amity Park find a place in their city where they could thrive.

Youngblood watched over the children of the city, Box Ghost started a box recycling center, Lunch Lady started a program to get food to families that couldn't afford it, and Pointdexter started reporting bullying at the school since he was already there. 

On the Realms' side, Danny shut down Walker's prison. Since it was his lair, he couldn't take it away from him completely, but it no longer housed the many ghosts the warden had considered "rule breakers." He'd given Walker a new set of rules to enforce and essentially took him under his wing as a royal soldier, kept under the close watch of Fight Knight, who'd defected from Pariah Dark so fast after his defeat that it was laughable. 

He'd done something similar with Skulker, though he was a harder case to crack. Unlike Walker, who was happy as long as he had a set of rules to enforce, Skulker wanted to keep hunting. He'd been recruited forcefully by Walker and Fright Knight after they caught him on his way to fight Danny again.

All in all, everything had begun to run smoothly now. The fatigue weighing on him reminded him that it had been hard to accomplish, and continuing to lead his double life hadn't made it any less exhausting. A cold breath rushed through his chest as he felt a familiar presence slide up next to him. 

"You didn't time out," Danny pointed out without looking to face the ghost beside him. Clockwork hummed in acknowledgment.

"Sometimes it's pleasant to watch time flow in person." It was Danny's turn to hum at him. 

"How are you feeling?" The Ancient asked thoughtfully. The younger ghost tilted his head pensively. 

"It's hard to say. I'm tired, but I'm happy. And also sad..." he paused to gather his thoughts. "I feel like I've done everything I needed to."

But not everything he wanted to do. 

"Go on," Clockwork pressed. The teenager did turn his head now to make a face at his mentor. If the guy knew how he felt and what he was going to say, why would he say it out loud? But the other just arched a brow at him and waited.

"Fine," he pouted. "I've spent so much time and energy finding places for everyone here. The GIW are gone, my parents stopped hunting ghosts, Jazz got into the psychology program at Stanford, Sam and Tucker are graduating today... I helped make that happen, I know I did! But they're moving on without me. They're growing up and I don't feel like I am."  

'I don't feel like I'm ready.'

Danny stopped to take a breath and wipe away the icy tears gathering in his eyes. He felt stupid for crying over it. He was 17 for Ancients' sake! Jazz would have told him he grew up too fast, but he still felt like a child. He had no idea what he was doing! And yet! And yet... he felt...

"But you also feel ancient, right? Like you've been around too long and seen too much?" Clockwork said as though he were reading from a script. Danny sulked. Stupid time ghost with his dumb Time Stream TV or whatever. 

"Yeah..."

"All Ancients feel that way. Though you may be feeling unbalanced in more ways than one because of how young you died and the fact you are half human."

"What do you mean?" Danny turned his whole body to face him now, tucking his knees under his chin and circling his arms around them. His cloak moved with him in inky black wisps and settled around him again like clouds of galaxies. 

Clockworks form shifted to that of a child.

"You feel young because you died young. However, it is the nature of humans to grow and change. While you may have died at 14, your childhood died before that. You yearn to grow and learn, while also being an incredibly powerful Ancient."

He supposed that made sense. He recalled all the years cleaning the lab before the portal had even been built, and the fighting and neglect (Jazz's words, not his) that spawned his disdain of Christmas even longer before. He wanted to go back to school. He wanted a reason to love Christmas. He wanted pets and family dinners that didn't come alive. He wanted to grow up properly.

"But you still want to help people," the ghost said as though Danny had been talking out loud or having his mind read. 

"I hate it when you do that," Danny complained. Clockwork just smiled smugly.

"I know." He laughed at the glare Danny threw him. 

"I have a proposition for you," the older ghost began. Danny perked up in intrigue. "I know of another earth dimension with some problems that need to be addressed. Your role as High King puts you in a position to be helpful."

"Their problem has to do with the Realms?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Ectoplasm from the Realms is pooling into what are referred to on their planet as Lazarus Pits. They are both helpful and harmful as they do not dissipate into the air so they continually collect and concentrate emotion, but they do sometimes revive the dead."

Danny grimaced in disgust at the thought of dunking a person into a stagnant pool of contaminated ectoplasm. "That sounds disgusting."

"Quite," Clockwork agreed. 

"So what's your proposition?"

"Well, if it is agreeable to you, I would like to de-age your physical form and place you with a family that's had dealings with the Pits firsthand. I've found them to be quite charming." 

"Ah, so you want me to go in undercover?" Danny couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. It wasn't a half bad idea. He could try his hand at childhood again and still get to handle his duties as King Phantom. Leading a double life again would be easy enough, it was just stepping from one role into another. 

"Not at all." Clockwork smiled knowingly. Danny was officially suspicious of his ghost guardian. "This planet has had all kinds of dealings with the occult, and even humans with superpowers isn't that unusual. While I would advise against telling anyone you are a king right away, you are in fact just that: a king. You may do what you wish." 

For an ancient and wise time ghost, Danny thought Clockwork was really shit at hiding his expressions. Though he tried to keep the grin off his face, Danny could clearly see the twitching of his lips and gleam in his eyes that promised the old man was scheming. 

But to get his childhood back. Or, at least a semblance of one... it deserved consideration. Danny looked back out at the cityscape again. Sam and Tucker... they were down there graduating from high school without him. He'd been the one to encourage them to pull away from Team Phantom activities to zero in on their studies, but he didn't regret it. Sam wanted to major in environmental science and Tucker wanted to go to MIT and he just didn't fit into those plans. After Jazz left for Stanford, his parents often forgot he was still there. He'd managed to convince them to study ghosts properly instead of hunting them, and with a little help from the "friendly ghost King Phantom" they were given a place to start. They dove into their research with the same excitement and fervor they'd had all their lives. Which of course meant he went days, sometimes weeks, without seeing them emerge from the lab. It was easy enough to slip past them to the portal while they were distracted. 

The point was that he'd started to feel his anchor to this city, to this realm, start to dissipate as the people who kept him there started to break away from him. He still loved them, wanted to protect them, but they were safe and happy now. He felt fulfilled in his task of protecting them, but there was a buzzing beneath his skin to do more. 

Danny took a deep and controlled breath. He didn't need it in his ghost form, but it felt good to feel his lungs stretch to fullness. 

"When would I start?" He asked finally. The straight face Clockwork had been trying to keep, and he really was so bad at it, finally broke into a wide grin. 

"Right now. Everything is already in place and your duties in the Realms will be taken care of in your absence." 

Danny smiled softly at his guardian. Clockwork sure had a funny way of showing it, but he cared so deeply for the boy next to him that when Danny responded with a bad pun, he couldn't even be annoyed. 

"Well, no time like the present!" He winked.

Clockwork chuckled, and with a flash of light, he sent Danny on his way. 

The more time the older ghost spent with his young ward, the more he appreciated him. The Danny he’d come to know was nothing like the Danny’s from other worlds he’d encountered while trying to prevent Dan from existing. His Danny was now truly one of a kind. None of the others, not even the ones that eventually turned into Dan, had been Ancients. There would never be another Danny like him, and every universe was adjusting to include him should he ever decide to visit them. He had a place in any world, should he choose, but Clockwork knew he was needed most in the one he’d sent him to. It would be truly entertaining to watch the young Ancient settle into his role there, and Clockwork was actually finding himself looking forward to it.

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It was dark and quiet a long while before Danny opened his eyes. And when he did open them it got really loud and really bright really fast. It belatedly occurred to him that he should have asked like a billion more questions before agreeing to be iseaki’d into a different dimension to join a family he knew literally nothing about. 

There was shouting before someone in what looked like a ninja cult uniform shoved a knife into his hand and pushed him in the path of a person in a different uniform. The man in front of him was dressed in blue and black and wearing a mask that covered his eyes, but Danny could see the surprised shape of his mouth before it morphed into something like anger. And then he was being lunged at.

He shrieked as he dodged out of the way. Not his most graceful save, but whatever. His voice was a bit shrill and his center of gravity felt way off. He must have actually been de-aged! He wondered how old he was now. He still felt light on his feet thanks to his ghost half which felt blessedly intact. But the other guy was fast and he ducked into a roll just in time to dodge whatever weapon he was holding. This guy meant business, but he had no idea why he was trying to kill him. 

‘Great, thanks Grandfather Clock for throwing me right back into the good ol’ days,’ he thought sarcastically. Nobody had attacked him for no good reason like that since Walker and Fright caught Skulker mid hunt for the very last time. 

What he now saw was a baton swung down from overhead and Danny knew he wouldn't dodge it in time, so he caught it with the flat of the blade that had been shoved into his hands.

“Wait! Why are we fighting?” Danny yelled, panicked as the guy pushed more force into it. The man's face twisted into something like confusion for a moment and he backed off just the tiniest bit before the scuffing of shoes to his right had him looking over just in time to see another guy in a mask, this time in red, rushing at him. He threw his hands up in surrender. 

“Wait!” He shrieked before he was absolutely bodied sideways into the ground. 

Why was he doing this? He was half ghost, he could have just gone intangible and disappeared. He didn't have to be body slammed into the ground. Wasn't he a child now? Did that guy in red actually just slam a whole child into the ground? 

“Red, hold on! This one's different!” 

“What do you mean?” The guy Red asked. He was still pinning Danny to the ground.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Danny asked breathlessly, then whimpered, “Someone please tell me what's going on!” 

The one hovering over him must have seen something on his face that convinced him to not try and kill him anymore, because he grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him along. 

“We'll take him in for questioning. Don't let Robin see him.”

“Who's Robin?!”

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It had been a long, arduous, and confusing journey from wherever they were to… well, wherever they were now. They'd blindfolded him for the transport so he still had no idea what was going on. He had learned that the guy with batons was Nightwing, and Red was actually Red Robin. The one they called Robin was a feral looking thing with swords, he was very small and stabby. Then there was Batman, and he totally threw off the whole bird theme but was easily the most intimidating. And that was all he knew so far. He'd been restrained at an interrogation table. 

Danny groaned and knocked his forehead onto the table. He really, really wished he'd asked Clockwork more questions. He'd at least been able to catch a glimpse of himself in the glass behind Batman. He looked like he was eleven or twelve again, which was not as young as he'd been expecting, but much more preferable than being a literal toddler. The group of people he’d been brought in by seemed to be heroes. They were all incredibly weary of him, but hadn’t gone out of their way to harm him since his capture. Though it was hard to call it a capture when there wasn’t a chase involved. 

“How old are you?” Batman asked suddenly. His voice was low and rough and somehow Danny could tell it didn't sound like that naturally. 

“Um, maybe eleven or twelve?” Danny replied carefully, picking up his head from the table and having the decency to look a little embarrassed. 

“And what's your name?” He looked like he was expecting something.

“My name is Danny, sir.” 

“Hmm…” 

It was quiet and awkward for a long moment.

“Why are you different from the other clones?” 

“Yeeeaaah, I'm not a clone.” Danny absolutely did not jump when the brute slammed the file folder shut in front of him. 

“We'll see what your DNA results have to say about that,” he said confidently before turning to leave, his cape dramatically flaring out behind him.

Sheesh, and he thought he’d had a flair for the dramatics.

‘Okay, time for some assessment,’ Danny thought to himself as he looked around the small closed room. It was soundproofed incredibly well. While he didn’t have super crazy hearing, it was enhanced by his ghost half, and combined with his other sharp senses, it tended to help him gather more information than others could. The most he could hear outside the room was a quiet hum of activity and nothing discernible. Still, he needed to decide how much he would say to these people. How much truth did he want to weave into his tale? These people clearly already had their own assumptions about him in mind, and while there was absolutely nothing wrong with being a clone, he knew he didn’t have what it took to keep up an act like that for long, which would just end up being awkward for everyone. 

He also would not be telling them about his status as Ghost King, per Clockwork’s suggestion. His captors seemed like the uptight sort, and revealing that he was a big, scary ghost monarch didn’t seem like it’d go over well. Telling them he was a halfa would probably get them off his back over the clone thing, at least. He went over the list in his head.

He was a halfa from another dimension, so he couldn’t be a clone.

He had no plans of fighting with anyone unless absolutely necessary. 

He did not have a way back to his other dimension. 

His name was Danny, and he didn’t have a family anymore.

He did not know why he was in the middle of whatever fight he woke up in. 

No, he didn’t know those people.

Danny must’ve been lost in thought for quite a while because his thoughts were interrupted by Batman bursting back through the door. The man’s demeanor had changed completely and he whipped off his cowl to reveal disheveled dark hair, blue eyes, and an expression of absolute heartbreak that accompanied his shuddering breaths. With the mask off, he reminded Danny a lot of his father. 

Batman searched his face and, much like Red Robin had before, seemed to notice something there. 

“She did it twice,” he muttered to himself. “Two of them this whole time and she didn’t tell me about either of them,” he said through gritted teeth. His frown deepened. Danny copied his frown. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

He still had no idea what was going on.

[dyinggirldied]

No One Knows AU + Time Loop Trope: where Vlad, who discovers Danny's halfa status, determines to break Danny's spirit and molds him into the perfect son.

Valerie, the Red Huntress, is willing to do anything as long as she can get rid of the ghost boy. And Vlad plays her like a fiddle.

Vlad plans for all but he underestimates Valerie's vengance which will ultimately ends in Danny's demise and the heartbreaking identity reveal just too little too late.

Except, Danny reverts. Back to the seconds after the portal has essentially fried him up. He tries to make sure this second chance different, tries to make it better.

Only, he fails.

And he wakes up from the darkness of death to where it all begins.

And so it continues. Again and again. He makes friends. He loses them. He gets killed. Sometimes by Red Huntress, sometimes by his parents. Occasionally by other ghosts.

And without fail he wakes up every time, fourteen and a ghost with human heart and a human with ghost powers.

By the time loop hundred something arrives, he has a concrete plan.

Vlad never expects for an exhausted, dead-eyed Danny to knock on his mansion door. Nor does he expect for Danny to fall into his arms, lost and shaking.

This, is better than any outcome in his imagination. He should be suspicious if this is the boy's ploy to catch him of guard but he dimisses the possibility.

Daniel is a childish boy, a menance but he is straightforward and kind, entirely too heroic. Such a dirty handtrick isn't in his vocabulary.

Oh, if only he knows.

So, with firm conviction, he lets the boy in and even personally prepares a set of tea (hot chocolate for Daniel, of course) and biscuits.

The boy mindlessly drinks and the silence passes on like that, accompanies by the dutiful sounds of the old grandfather clock and the rumbling of the night sky.

He attempts to start the conversation but each turn the boy remaines numb and silent.

Vlad sips on the tea again, the taste a bit spicy than usual but he ignores it, blaming his rising temper.

It's only when he tries to rile on the boy that something changes. Daniel flinches but he looks up. There is something there, an emotion between pity and mocking, in those green-blue eyes.

" I'm sorry Vlad." The boy speaks for what must be the first time since he entered Vlad's home. "I really am don't want to do this but I'm running out of time."

Before he can demand the boy to explain what nonsense he just spews, Vlad coughes, the earlier hint of spiciness in his tongue now burns.

Red decorates the expensive mahogny table and splashes some on the carpet but all Vlad feels is pain.

His vision edges to blurriness when a cold touch lands on his head.

"Sleep." The voice commands and in this second and the next Vlad Masters is gone.

Danny, staring at the corpse of the man who could have been a mentor or a parental figure to him, sighs.

In a speey motion no one can forsee, Danny swallows the remains of Blood Blossom powder he has packed.

It is revolting and every sense in his body demands he expel this foreign, dangerous substance but he persist.

He soon joins the cooling corpse on the floor, spurting blood as he does so.

He knows he has angered the being that has cursed him into this enternal, unbreakable loop of hell but he doesn't care.

Death has been cheated out of him so now he is only going to take what was clearly his.

With a bloodied smile, Danny Fenton dies.

Brief explain, in this AU blood blossoms if consume directly can kill a ghost into oblivion. As in, nothing is left. No soul, no anything.

A half ghost, if consumes, will experience the same thing. That's why Danny does it, because Clockwork can only revert time for Danny if he has a soul to go back. No soul, no deal. He outwits the ancient ghost.

[samuelcolon]

Okay, so I was scrolling on TikTok, as one does, and I came across this video from @/blvejaywriting talking about the trope of the child who would do anything for their mentor who saved them, and it ended with the quote “Child soldiers are the most loyal, after all, aren’t they?” and I don’t know why (that’s a lie I know exactly why) but it got me thinking of Danny and Clockwork.

Now I love mentor/parental Clockwork as much as the next phan, but I feel like I haven’t seen a lot of people play with the angst that could come with it.

Imagine this. Clockwork, wayward spirit, who is bound to the Observants to stop him from causing chaos and screwing up the timeline, is observing the time stream as usual, when he sees Danny, this kid who’s stumbled into a, frankly, ridiculous amount of power. And he’s only going to get more powerful. Right now, he’s predicted to destroy the world and needs to be eliminated, but who says Clockwork can’t change that? And I mean, after saving the kid’s life and essentially saving the lives of all of his friends and family, Danny’s going to adore him, and with adoration comes loyalty.

At this point Clockwork just has to sit back and let Danny do his thing. As he fights more powerful ghosts, he becomes more powerful himself, and that’s just what Clockwork is waiting for. He starts moping around, complaining about how limited his freedom is under the control of the Observants, how he could be a way better mentor if he wasn’t so held back, how he could assist Danny with all of his troubles, if only he didn’t have to do the Observants’ bidding. What could Danny “I love my friends and family so much” Fenton do but free him?

Of course, Clockwork knows that if Danny does this, he’ll be imprisoned for the rest of his life (he might be strong enough to take on the Observants, but all the Ancients (minus Clockwork)? He doesn’t stand a chance), but that’s not really Clockwork’s problem. Danny had served his purpose, and really, he owed it to Clockwork. He wouldn’t even be alive without him, right? This is really the least he could do in return.

[narabea06]

Bestie kinda curious

Since she really doesn't have a canon origin since her creator went afk

What is your headcanon origin for Nurse Ann? 👀

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO-

Nurse Ann Origin Headcanons -

TW: Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Parent Death, Murder, Abuse, Dismemberment

She is Filipino on her dad's side and Colombian on her mom's side. She grew up in Columbia with her parents, and often visits her daughter there thanks to Zalgo's help.

Her parents got divorced when she was 12, and co-parented Ann together until Ann’s mother passed away from cancer when she was 15. This pushed her towards her career path to help people and become a nurse.

Ann had some issues with her dad as she got older due to her mother's death pushing them away from each other, but nowadays, while she still understands that she does have daddy issues she needs to work out, she does forgive him, though she can never say it to his face.

She has both a nursing degree and a psychology degree, and worked as a nurse at a children's hospital for years.

She met her ex-husband Reginald at the hospital she worked at. They were coworkers, with Reginald being a janitor. Reginald became obsessed with her after seeing her around and often would actively stalk her to get to know her more before they actually spoke. Ann knew she was being stalked and followed around her, but had no idea it was Reginald until he confessed to this years into their marriage.

Reginald would often purposely say things around Ann and would plan out his interactions with her to make sure she liked him, and would be very manipulative to make sure Ann fell for him. Ann did not realize that Reginald was doing this, and asked him out after mistaking him as a gentleman. They eventually started dating and got married four years after Ann met him.

Ann and Reginald had a daughter together named Isabella. She was adopted as a baby after they realized Reginald was infertile and couldn't have a child. Nowadays, Isa lives at Ann's father's house. Ann visits her regularly. She hates having to be away from Isabella for longer than a day, but only has the chance to visit every week.

Ann died a year after she adopted Isa from a big fight her and Reginald had that ended in Ann threatening to take Isa and leave. The fight started due to Reginald accidentally confessing how he manipulated her and lied to her for years, and stalked her before they met. In a panic of having Ann leave him, Reginald killed Ann before she leave the house.

The reason Ann looks stitched up is because Reginald hid her body by dismembering her and hiding her under their house.

Zalgo resurrected Ann out of sympathy from feeling her rage from her death, bringing her back as an undead Underworld proxy. She proceeded to work for Zalgo for years, using her psychological and medical knowledge to become one of his bext proxies.

Ann retired as a proxy after ten years of working under Zalgo, with murdering Reginald being her last mission. Zalgo let her retire and let her go about her own things, and in return for her past servitude, she is able to call upon him for help at any point. Because of this, she is highly respected among the other killers.

The “mansion” in this universe is not run by Slenderman, and in fact is run by Ann, and is referred to as The Refuge. It's supposed to be a safe haven for paranormal entities and other killers. She started it with Puppeteer in order to allow a safe haven for people who are on the run, or aren't human. Nobody is allowed to start fights here, and all enemies that stay there need to leave their issues at the door.

They unofficially adopted Clockwork, and met her through Clockwork becoming a Zalgo proxy and being assigned to be mentored by Ann. Ann is a tired strict mom and Clockwork is essentially her adopted edgy teen.

Ann is aroace and romance-repulsed, but did not realize, and always just assumed she had bad luck with connecting with others. Her relationship with Reginald was very one-sided, and she only actually started dating him after mistaking platonic feelings for romantic. She also often was chastised for not getting married yet by her father, and just assumed that her being unhappy in her marriage was normal, given how her parents always were unhappy in theirs. Not only that, but with how Reginald purposely isolated her and made her believe that no man was interested in her, and always said what she wanted to hear when they first met, she didn't believe that she had any other option besides him.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

(Continuation to the continuation of short prompt #6. Kinda. I decided that the notes of my previous post should get its own post because I just kept adding more and more on to them. Oops.)

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I've read that the Phantom Zone is home to the Kryptonian God, Aethyr or "The Oversoul". If we say that the Phantom Zone and the Ghost Zone (Infinite Realms) are one and the same, would this make Aethyr one of the Ancients? What if they're the oldest of the Ancients? Like, so ancient they've become fused with the Ghost Zone itself. Which means that when the portal opened and an entire dimension crashed on top of Danny, did he just become a new god in the making?

This would explain how he wins with every single enemy he comes up against. His power is steadily growing with each victory. And then he becomes Ghost King by rite of conquest in battle against the former king. What if the King's relics are infused with the very energy of the Ghost Zone, and therefore Aethyr's?

What if the relics give Danny a direct line with the god and Aethyr proceeds to appoint themself as Danny's ghostly mentor to prepare him for godhood and the throne? What if hearing Aethyr's voice drove the previous Ghost King mad? Aethyr is the one who gathered the rest of the ancients to deal with the previous king despite the knowledge that he would no longer have a conduit for his voice for no one knows how long except for maybe Clockwork.

So when Pariah was locked in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep for however many thousands of years, Aethyr was slowly and steadily forgotten by all the citizens of the Infinite Realms except for the Ancients who still revered them to this day. And then Danny comes along. Not only does he have a direct line to the throne, but he also has the essence of what is essentially the Infinite Realms' Ancient God, PLUS that Ancient God's overwhelming approval over his rite of succession to the throne. Danny gains a godly parent in a way?

Needless to say, with the crown/ring, the Ancient God in his corner, plus the God's essence flowing throughout his being that has been slowly building and maturing to the point that it's blatantly recognizable to every ghost, his rogues stop razzing him and one by one fall under his leadership. This is around the point that Clark eventually discovers how royally screwed (haha) they are if the Justice League don't dismantle the GIW and get rid of harmful laws that have been passed concerning ghosts. But also, that is a CHILD. Not mention a Kryptonian child, regardless of half or full. Danny is therefore family. So if Superman helps take down the GIW with extra prejudice, no one could blame him.

After the dust has settled and ghosts are safe from the living, Clark is introduced to Jack by Danny. When he learns of Jack's damaged memory, he decides to invite Jack (and the rest of the Fenton Family) to the Fortress of Solitude so he can teach them about their heritage. The Fenton Family eventually meet the other Kryptonians on Earth like Kara, Conner, and John. Danny introduces Conner to Dani so he doesn't feel so alone as the only clone in the family (that I know of?)

This is basically just a recipe for overpowered, half ghost, half Kryptonian Danny and I VERY much want to see someone write it.

So would Danny be full god or demi-god? Half ghost + half Kryptonian + full god? OR Half ghost + half Kryptonian + half god?

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This short prompt isn't so short anymore. I think I'll stop here tho and let anyone who wants to turn this into a full fic run wild with their imagination.

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@seraphinedemort @three-ducks-in-a-trench-coat @dxrksong @my-perfect-storybook-love

[neverloseguy]

My brain is like a clockwork right now...

I'm thinking about this story in my head that I have been having for a while now. The "part 3", as I would dub it, features Mr.G being the big bad responsible for a threat on the multiverse scale, and all my characters I have written before (Knelson & Embel, The Odd Marbles, all the others) must band together to defeat him in this unknown plane of existence in the Mists.

The story roughly goes like this: Mr.G has been going through various dimensions to enslave minds of capable warriors en masses to serve as his minions. After seeing that he's got more than enough warriors by his side, he starts invading "main" Tyria, which prompts an invasion on a scale that puts Kryptis Incursions from Soto to shame. It's basically WvW if one team manages to break through the other's base and invades that world.

There are multiple perspectives in the story, each covering various "groups" of characters that I have written/shown before, notably Knelson (from his adventure his Embel) and Emilie (from her story with the Odd Marbles). Initially sorting out the aftermath of their respective stories, they, and many characters later find their paths converging as they all run into the same problems of being interrupted by some otherworldly invaders.

But the real kicker is that, many of these invaders look, or rather, are themselves from alternate realities, albeit with slightly or significantly different outcomes. Some of these doppelgängers would eventually "break free" from Mr.G's influence, or they somehow survived his mind control to join forces with the Main Tyrian counterparts. These characters would be Alt-Pact Commander (who suspiciously looks like Embel), and Emmalee (alt-Emilie that I extensively covered in other posts).

But of course, they soon realize that they have to put an end to this whole madness by taking the fight to the big bad, so they venture forth into the Mists and run into all kinds of weird shits because you know, The Mists. One thing they eventually learn is Mr.G's real identity, who turns out to be a stray Kryptis in disguise.

Then it finally makes sense to them: Mr.G, now known as Gaius, uses the same haze found in Gyala Delves to alter the minds and perceptions of countless people, turning them into invaders to do his bidding.

The reason of him doing all this? Sadistic enjoyment, like literally, that's it. Creating what's essentially mass hysteria and causing panic on a multiversal scale has given him more than enough power to sustain himself for eternity, metaphorically speaking, at least. What initially posted as a mad scientist who has gone too far, has revealed himself to be not-so-mad, and instead does things methodically to secure his goal.

But he didn't seem to account the fact that the heroes banded together are putting an end to this, probably because he's so full of himself, not realizing there are well, ways to counteract this haze he's been using on other people, giving the heroes a chance to turn his minions into well, normal people who would then come to their senses and turn against him.

So naturally, it's just him remaining, and in the most badass scene of all time, he fits himself in a duel against your boy Knelson. Despite all odds, Knelson literally just stomps the shit out of him, putting an end to the nightmare and restoring order not just to his world, but to the reality as a whole.

Of course, should I ever write a fanfic using this storyline, it would have more details and sub-plots to go with it. Things like Knelson and Emilie's reconciliation, Justine and juggling the balance between being Embel's "friend" and the mentor of The Odd Marbles, various characters meeting and eventually learning to respect (or disrespect) each other, so on.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Au where Danny, at the age of 16 starts getting massive boosts to his powers and can no longer fully control them. This wouldn't be too much of an issue, after all his powers gave him a lot of trouble when they were first coming in so he could handle a round two, right? Wrong.

Not only was suddenly developing an actual sirens song that come with the lesser power of hypnotic suggestion essentially laced into his voice causing problems, he also has force fields popping up around him, ice climbing up walls and let's not mention what he accidentally did to Ember when he failed to control the strength of his ecto-blast. Ow.

But no one was prepared for his wail.

He didn't mean to. He swears he didn't. Not that it meant much to...nevermind. He told himself not to think about it. His parents weren't the only ones with amazing tech and engineering talent. Sam made the mistake of telling Tucker about that little fact and he was so mad he demanded Danny learn full techno-babel and the ghost had hated every minute. It was useful now.

The contraption covered the lower half of his face and part of his neck, the large shining silver expertly welded into that of a mask.

It didn't matter what he did. No amount of pulling, hitting or wailing/ would remove the mask. It was even designed to absorb the power of the wail before he could be allowed to release it. The only real drawback was that he couldn't speak anymore.

He needed to go into the zone and find someone to teach him to control his new influx of power, but as soon as he zipped through the portal in the lab he crashed into someone.

Looking up he saw Clockwork smiling down at him. Danny tried to chipperly call out to him as he usually would, only to be brutally reminded of the reason he was here.

"Theres no need to speak." The time deity said with that same smug air he always had, "I'll take you where you need to go." This apparently meant he was going to just rip the symbol off of Phantoms chest and slap a domino mask on his face before yeeting him through a portal directly onto a meeting room table where a bunch of superheros were casually chatting.

Danny took no issue with the superheros now pointing all manner of weapons at him but was more interested in how amazingly sturdy this table was. 10/10 would recommend. After a while of them asking questions he did some mimeing and discovered these guys were kinda bad a charades.

It was only when a guy dressed as a bat pulled a pen and some paper out of his utility belt that Phantom could properly communicate with them. He explained his situation and how he needed help. He did not expect to be placed in a program for super teens like himself. It was cool.

Much, much later, when he and the others were celebrating finally being able to remove the mask once and for all he caught his reflection staring back at him from the microwave.

He ran off to the bathroom in tears, followed soon after by Nightwing. Danny, through tears, explained to him that a spirits appearance is affected by thier personality and the things they had done. Thier bodies were a true reflection of who they were, with thier body shape, skin tone, eye color, ect all having deeper/symbolic meaning. "Fangs are no different" he told his mentor.

"Fangs are the mark of a killer. I really am a monster." Danny had accidentally killed his own parents with his wail.

Nightwing had one heck of a time calming Danny down after that.

[blackbat05]

Safe Haven

Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: Been quite a while since I posted! Wanted to write something so decided to do one with a slightly different tone. May not be your usual romance but hope you can look favorably upon it!

Warnings: Mentions of trafficking, guns, violence, blood. My inability to do endings lmao.

Summary: A weary Jason is jaded by the world. Until he meets you.

Jason was always a lone wolf. With minimal baggage, it was easier to move alone. Call him heartless, but he has seen enough cruelty in this lifetime.

He wants to escape from the shadow of the Dark Knight. So Jason takes a page from his mentor’s book – the art of disappearing. Jason is determined to get as far away as possible from that wretched city that only holds memories of painted faces and blood red lips.

Jason lurks on the rooftop, watching the stationary convey, and waiting for the right moment to strike. Jason does not answer to authority or bureaucrats, he only fights for those who have no fists to defend themselves.

The children whimper as they are forced into the back of the vehicle. A straggler falls behind, flat on their face. Jason barely manages to control his temper at the sight of the malnourished child being poked by the rifle. In less than thirty seconds, he’ll let his guns do the talking.

For a man his size, Jason is scarily efficient as he subdues four men in succession. Before the last guard realizes what has happened, Jason shoots him squarely in the chest. He can only thank his lucky stars that none of the children has seen the massacre.

Awkwardly ushering the children out, the oldest of the group stops him from leaving. Utilising his minimal knowledge of Arabic, the Bialyan informs him that “Sister” is badly injured and needs medical assistance. Jason is confused but he does not pry. Instead, he lets the pair of little hands guide him. He makes a promise to himself that he will leave after.

Jason finds himself standing in front of a tent, logo of the humanitarian organisation plastered at the sides. He slowly starts to fill in the blanks. “Sister” turns out to be a young volunteer who he finds slumped against the cabinet that has been emptied of essential supplies.

He quickly assesses the situation, moving like clockwork with the help of his little assistant who can’t seem to leave your side either. Three hours and many bloodied bandages later, Jason thinks that you should make a full recovery. He’ll leave once he makes sure that you’re stable enough.

You wake up, feeling lightheaded. Your memory is hazy, but you remember enough. The local Bialyan army invaded the campsite where you were stationed, kidnapping the children and killing the rest whom they deemed to be of no use. You were very lucky to be alive.

Shuffling out of bed, you’re surprised to see a man with a tuff of white hair entering the tent with two cups of cocoa.

“You’re awake.” The scars on his face should have been a warning sign, but there was only gratitude in the room.

“How can I thank you?”  

He waves your gratitude away. “It was what I should have done.” And Jason meant every word. He can’t help but to see himself in those children. Lost, scared, helpless. That could easily have been him.

Jason curses inwardly. He should have left by now but he can’t help but to wonder about your story. You made it easy anyways, all he had to do was to sit there and listen.

You were sick of people who could never appreciate what they had. It was always them wanting more. With materialistic desires, greed grew. And greed only begets the beginning of horrible crimes against humanity. Call it naivety, or idealism, but you believed that you could do something. That someone would walk away unscathed thanks to your intervention.

You would come to realize that your saviour’s mentality would bite you back in the face. Like now.

“Trafficking is getting worse every day. Cut off one head and three more grow to take its place.” You sigh wearily, taking a sip of the warm coca. Jason remains silent. You assume that he’s mocking you for your foolishness. “You can laugh, I don’t mind.”

But he doesn’t.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You are puzzled at the sudden question.

“Hope.” Jason stares at you. The bruises may be the first thing he sees on your face, but make no mistake - the flame in your eyes are still burning, if not brighter than ever.

“Someone’s got to have enough hope for everyone.” You respond as if that’s the easiest thing to do.

“I know it sounds stupid, but trying is all we can do. And if that makes a difference, you can bet I’ll fight corrupted soldiers all over again.” You leave with the empty cups, allowing Jason to mull over the weight of your words.

He doesn't leave that day.

***

Eighteen months later, you stand beside Jason, admiring the house that you had built together.

Jason had told you not to worry about the resources and to focus on making sure that the small handful of children did not fall into the hands of the Bialyan army again.

Without a care in the world, six children run around the playground that Jason had specially built by hand. He has to admit it - you and the children have him wrapped around by the fingers.

Not that he's complaining.

He pulls you in by the shoulder, enjoying the moment that could only be created by your persistence and his resourcefulness.

At this moment, Arin, a young girl runs to you, leaving a trail of sand behind her. Lips wobbling, she lifts a finger to complain about her twin brother who has also run to Jason’s side, hoping that your husband would defend him.

Ever the diplomatic man, he takes each child in one arm, lifting them up to their delight. It’s as if they forgot that they were arguing with each other less than ten seconds ago.

Jason settles them in the living room, skillfully getting two kids to hug it out. You’re not far behind with the rest of the children, ushering them to the showers.

As the pattering of footsteps become softer, Jason wraps an arm around your waist, turning you to face him.

He can’t believe that this is all real. In fact, if he closes his eyes, he’ll wake up, on the move again. So Jason nuzzles his nose into your neck.

"What's in your head mister?" You teased.

“I didn’t think this would be possible. Giving them a life… All this while, I thought I was only good at using my fists.”

“Well, you are much more than that. Don't ever forget it." You tip-toed, giving him a kiss.

Maybe… just maybe, this was what Jason had been missing all this while. A safe haven.

There were still people who were out there, in need of help. But as you always tell him - baby steps. One day, he'll get there.

As long as he had you alongside to fight these battles with.

***

Do feedback or reblog if you can because I have no idea how this went. Greatly appreciated!

[river-bottom-nightmare]

sitting here sobbing thinking about the day dick realized damian was taller than him

it might have been during patrol, on one of the rare occasions dick would slip into the old, familiar cesspool of gotham city, wading into the stripped-clean people and clockwork crime that made up his childhood. despite the time stretching between when they'd patrolled together, trained together, fought together, dick and damian still slid effortlessly into a rhythm, a powerful thrum of dual sound waves permeating the smog. dick landed on the ledge of a rooftop, toes pointed and calves tensed and grin alight with sheer euphoria that free-running gave him. damian was only a hair behind him, his landing a bit wobbly as he tried to overcompensate for his newly-acquired height and bulk. damian straightened up to toss his own smirk back at his mentor (his father, his brother, his batman), wicked sharp and curved and almost as striking as the instrument strapped to his back in a sheath. and dick would beam right back up at him, before tumbling headfirst in the realization that his neck was craned slightly up to do so.

or it could be during a holiday dinner, because despite very few of their family members actually being religious, alfred's old british tendencies shone through in his insistence for christmas dinner. texting often and sending pictures would never replace having a warm, living, breathing person next to him, though, and dick could draw upon reserves of patience to make it through the night. light and laughter and love dripping from the chandelier would more than make up for it. dick unwrapped his scarf, threading it through his fingers as he rolled his shoulders out from alfred's guiding hands on his jacket, and he turned with a smile ready to greet whoever stood at the stairs. then, his grin would drop, because candlewax dripped and plants blossomed under persephone's touch and the sun took bow only to perform an encore once again, but dick never understood that time had passed until that moment. there damian was standing, arms loose at his sides, passively ready to reciprocate a hug. his hair was longer and his shoulders were broader and he was standing a good couple inches over dick and it seemed as though the boy had more of bruce's genes in him than dick remembered.

or maybe it was in the field, on a titans mission. damian and his hodgepodge of handpicked company he called a team had proven themselves more than competent, just like the generations of titans before them. but there were times when dick and roy and donna were simply needed, garth's expertise was required, wally's power was essential. it was the thrilling sort of cacophony: fire blasting, weapons flashing left and right, people flinging themselves off rooftops with outstretched arms, knowing without a doubt their teammate would catch them. and somewhere in the midst of the fray, dick ended up back-to-back with his old robin, the two of them trusting each other to watch their six after all these years. it's not that dick ever doubted a younger damian's ability to cut down anyone foolish enough to attack batman from behind, but right now, there seemed to be a lot more back to lean against. he turned to see damian twirling his sword like the flip of a ribbon, deflecting a blast that would have hit straight on.

it hurt, no matter what the situation was. dick wondered if this was what bruce saw, fifteen or twenty-odd years ago. if bruce blinked and suddenly zephyr had spirited his precious, precocious little child away, leaving a long-limbed and hard-eyed stranger in their place. dick wondered if there was any pride mixed in with the melancholy wistfulness at all. supposedly, bruce had sung his praises to his league, but all dick ever saw was the encompassing shadow of an outstretched palm reaching out to guide him where bruce thought he needed to go.

looking at damian, dick understood. damian was childish complaints wrapped up in eloquent language, dust floating through the air over an old violin, animal treats crumbling out of pockets, spray-paint on fingers that no number of large hoodies could hide. damian was not muscled arms swinging a broadsword with ease, damian was not green and gold accents without a hint of red, damian was not a calm, mature twinkle in an eye.

it's not fair, dick thought. damian's youth wasn't allowed to blow away on the backs of dandelion pappus. it's not fair.

but dick could muddle past that, because the set of damian's shoulders was relaxed in the way only true confidence could bring. he let his team make decisions and he took time off to visit his family and he stuck his landings the way dick had taught him, a couple years and a couple lifetimes ago. the only time i feel pride is when i look at nightwing, bruce said once, dick wasn't sure if what he was feeling was pride or love, but he was beginning to believe bruce's words.

(pride in others and love for others were too wrapped up in each other, too utterly intertwined, for them to be distinct anyway.)

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[13thdoodle]

[ DP Going Angst Week Day 5 : Death ]

Well that is… we first have to get to the part where I worked under the first king.

I was among the youngest of the ancients back then. Newly reformed and tasked to watch the eternity of branching timelines--

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How bad did you fcked up that you managed to kill off the Ancient of Time?

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Okay so, this is based off my headcanon that Ancients are made of stories and lores instead of dead people, and that so long that their concept or myth exist on the general conciousness(?), they can reform again if they died.

Chronos was older than Agis/Håvard/Levi on the first run. One of the oldest Ancient being literal time himself. And then, Agis fcked up the timeline and Chronos used up all his powers to patched it up and yeets Agis back in the timeline, essentially died in the process.

And when Ancients reformed, they don't have their memories anymore, aside from some attached feelings or sth. So, essentially a whole new person. There's probably a way to keep their memories but Chronos got no time (the irony) to prepare that on the fly

So yeah the Chronos Levi met here is the new reformed Chronos, not his old friend/mentor anymore qwq and also why this Chronos, later goes by Clockwork, despite being Ancient of Time works under Observants instead of the other way around

Agis woke up on the place where him and Chronos first met :3c

also Agis goes by Håvard this time, and after retiring from being the king, goes by Levi

[uniasus]

what’s your thoughts on the concept of a tua danny phantom au with viktor (or klaus) as danny?

So my first thought is yes, Klaus is Danny. Essentially immortal teen, yeah? With the power to talk to ghosts? Easy. But then I had to think about who Viktor would be, and then from there it sorta spiraled.

So!

TUA X DP AU

Klaus and Luther are brothers, and Luther takes the role of big brother Very Seriously to the point where Klaus shakes him at school and on weekends to hang out with the besties - Ben (who takes Sam's role, and is just as into the goth stuff just with a more Cthulu bent) and Five (who takes Tucker's role as a tech genius and strong fascination with anything that bleeds red. Tucker can identify meet by smell, Five can take one look at a cut and tell you more about where it came from than you ever want to know)

Klaus's accident is less the results of a dare and more of Five being sure that he can fix what Grace and Pogo (Human in this AU) did wrong. Five thinks it's something with a hook-up in the portal and as Ben is too distracted by an ectoplasm lava lamp he's sure is trying to send a message from beyond, Klaus suits up, walks inside, and bam! Electrocuted because that lava lamp was somehow hooked up to the energy flow of the portal and Ben touched it.

No, harm, no foul, until Klaus starts to develop powers.

There's no real reason to not tell his parents, Grace and Pogo only have an academic interest in ghosts, but he doesn't want to worry them. He tries, a few times, but it always goes...weird.

Who does know is Diego. Ahem. Mr. Pitts, the English teacher. He's got a strange eye for kids. He isn't the most popular with students but has a strong sense of their needs. Extra time to think. A supportive ear. Someone to point CPS in the right direction. He's been eyeing Ben for a while - any kid that interested in the macabre has a reason - so he notices the shift in Klaus and how Ben and Five act around him. Diego thinks Klaus is hiding bruises, but it's powers.

With the portal open, ghosts come through and Klaus does fight them off, but his obsession isn't a hero complex, it's just wanting to help. Wanting to be useful. It means Ben and Five had to get more involved because if a ghost pushes the right buttons Klaus helps them instead of the town.

This is a problem when he meets a ghost going by The Monocle aka Reggie. Reggie in this AU is an old mentor of Grace and Pogo, overseeing their college career, and he'd become family of a sort. Grace and Pogo used to have Thanksgiving at his house for years, knowing his wife Abigail and adopted daughter Allison. Thing is, a failed experiment turned Reggie into a halfa and he's extremely upset that the change caused Grace and Pogo to abandon him. A fear Reggie puts in Klaus, and he wonders if that's the unknown reason why he'd been unable to tell his parents.

Grace and Pogo flip out at The Monocle, as they'd believed that Reggie had 100% died, not 50%. So a lot of the conflict would be Reggie trying to get Klaus to turn against his parents, and Klaus struggling to do that while Grace and Pogo are deeply invested in proving out the afterlife.

Viktor, in this world, OP short king that I love, I'm making Clockwork. He's a little more overbearing in this AU than canon but still mainly hands off because Klaus's susceptibility is a risk. There's a genuine concern that his obsession might make him let his parents go too far in their research to understand ghosts, so Viktor's been getting in the way of that.

[five-rivers]

ok so this whole womb thing kinda reminded me of something in a twisted way. It was a fic about Clockwork predincting Danny's becoming a halfa and seeing his obsession evolve into protecting space itself (can't remember exactly and I can't find it), thus he was mentoring him so he would slowly become an Ancient like him. Would Danny being Wombed by CW turn him into an Ancient of space or something?

Believe it or not, Danny becoming an ancient is a pretty common trope. I've read a bunch of fics like this. I've written one or two oneshots sort of like this, although not exactly.

I think Ancient Master of Space Danny is one option with this.

Another is a Time's Apprentice Danny. Which I always think is a cute AU, and I should write something for it someday.

A third is Essentially God Danny.

A fourth would be Danny, But More So. Like, he's still got all the same powers or whatever, but they're all supercharged and also he's blue now.

A fifth would be Danny, But Smol. I have a thing for deaging and I don't know why. (If anyone calls it a kink, I swear I will hunt them down and fill their shoes with sand.)

But, really, any alternate ghost form Danny would be possible. It would just also come with an immense and ridiculous power boost.

[strawberrycamel]

Fic Writer Review

tagged by: @aj-itated <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 30!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 46,254 words

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? based on my Ao3 and my old ff.net account: 3 - Fairy Tail, BNHA, DP (though I haven't written for Fairy Tail or bnha in years)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? in order, that would be How to Take Out a Ghost by TooFineFoley, Bad Luck Tuck: The Sequel, ignorance is your new best friend, What Could Have Been, and, surprisingly, A Connoisseur of Fine Art (all DP or DP crossover fics)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for? both they're siblings, your honor and Big Boy Tucker. i can't choose, they both need love

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? i used to respond to them as often as I could at the start, but i kinda slacked off sometime around the beginning of summer classes. I used to respond to them because they made me really happy and i wanted to let the commenters know I did actually read it and am very grateful for their comments, but after a while it became... idk, draining? I felt bad about leaving the same response to each commenter and got caught up in my own head so I just kinda,, stopped all together. I wanna start responding again at some point, but uh, probably not anytime soon.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

oh definitely One More Time; I think that's the only fic I've written without some kind of happy ending (anything in the Not Your Son series doesn't count since it's not finished yet :3) and I can't tell you how much it pained me not to make it happy. Don't get me wrong, I loved writing that for going angst week but hole-y shit did it fuck me up

8. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you’ve written? I do write crossovers! The craziest, I think, is my Strange vs. Work: Wife Swap AU, it's not done because I'm seriously stumped for it right now, but it's essentially a DP Marvel crossover where Clockwork and Dr. Strange are forced by a TV host ghost to switch bodies and mentor the other person's 'apprentice'. Peter and Danny have to help them get adjusted to their new environments/bodies and they all have to figure out how to turn things back to normal. This whole series is meant to be based off the show 'Wife Swap'. I have fun making Stephen suffer >:)

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic? not that i can remember? like i think it was more grammar and dialogue punctuation nitpicking on my old ff.net fics, never hate

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind? not really, but i have a singular wip that im working on that's definitely spicy

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no? (i was working on something a while ago but we havent finished so, I'm going with no)

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? i don't think I really have one. Usually I just read whichever fics have cool summaries or tags and just dive right in, ships be damned. Lately I've been reading a few TimKon fics and I've been thinking about Dark Ages, UFS, and Gray Ghost stuff a lot over the summer

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? oh, oh god. I'm going to say it and I'm going to feel real shitty about it because it's such a good fucking concept, but I can't bring myself to write anything more than what I already have written and all the notes I just randomly add onto it every once in a while. It even has a title: "Ectoplasmic Pudding".

It's a DP DC crossover fic wip and the plot is about Danny being called by Batman to help with a kidnapping case he suspects to involve ghosts; he needs Danny's expertise and help to capture the ghost. Danny agrees and he meets Batman and Robin (Dick Grayson) on the roof of the police station (after dropping face first onto it because he got blinded by the bat signal). They go by Batmobile and arrive at the scene of the crime where Danny confirms a ghost is involved. A bunch of different scenes of Danny and Robin having a blast while Batman's trying his best to stay on task and then, eventually, they find a warehouse where the box ghost is interrogating a bored looking Mr. Trand, the victim, about some fancy box commissioned by Vlad.

Danny figures out this guy is Bertrand in disguise and since Bertrand's essentially on vacation, they both agree to lie about how they know each other. And then I got stuck around here, but I imagine it just ends up being a series of dumb events where Batman, Robin, and Danny have to 'protect' Bertrand until they catch Boxy and throw him back into the Ghost Zone while the disguised ghost tries to make the most of the rest of his vacation.

Batman and Robin definitely don't believe whatever lie Danny came up with to explain how he knows Mr. Trand, but they go along with it until it's revealed in probably the worst way possible and leads to both of them trying to take the former kidnapping victim to the GIW while also trying to keep Danny from stopping them and barely listening to a word he says (maybe they think he's being threatened somehow or being controlled or smth, idk). Absolutely no clue how that whole fight goes, but in the end Danny kicks Box Ghost into the Zone and Bertrand is told very explicitly never to bring Spectra to Gotham.

15. What are your writing strengths? evoking emotion in my writing? yeah i'm going with that

16. What are your writing weaknesses? planning out plot ahead of time. I can write outlines and write a bunch of notes about what i want to include, that's not the problem. My problem is that all my motivation to write just drains away the moment I have a somewhat concrete plot planned out for a fic- this applies to one-shots and longfics exactly the same. And past that, sometimes I'll make one change to the planned plot and feel like tossing the whole thing out the window and going freehand without the 'constraints' of an outline or anything ..........

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? try not to offend anybody? like, look at good examples of how others have done it and do a lot of research and stuff. Also, be aware that not everything will translate perfectly from the original language you wrote the fic in and whatever language you're translating it to.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Fairy Tail

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Hellbent. A few others come close, but I seriously cannot express the joy i felt writing that first chapter (and when I'm done my minibang fic, I literally cannot wait to get back to it)

20. What fic are you most proud of? that's a tough one, there are a bunch i fucking adore but i think it's tied between The Big Dipper and ignorance is your new best friend

Tagging: @guardianrex, @shinygoldstar, @cleanlenins, @princessfanonanona, and @ghost-pasta!

[dailycharacteroption]

Soulbound Familiar (Familiar Archetype)

 Back when I did my special on the construct type, I briefly mentioned soulbound constructs, bodies that serve as vessels for soul fragments harmlessly sheared off of the souls of the recently deceased, giving a way for part of the person to live on. However, what if I told you that dolls of manniquins or magically reinforced porcelain shells are not the only vessels suitable for such soul foci?

Indeed, some mages actually imbed the focus into would-be familiars, substituting the intelligence and consciousness of the soul fragment for the animal’s own, rather than magically enhancing that which already exists.

Such relationships may come about for various reasons. Perhaps an ailing mentor gifted the student with the harvested soul focus so a part of them could continue to tutor them after death, or perhaps it is a loved one in the familiar. A wicked mage might even bind a soul fragment from a rival to gain one last measure of mastery over them in death.

An interesting quirk of this archetype is that, due to the otherworldly power of these familiars comes from a mortal soul, it is impossible to use this archetype as a witch, shaman, or any other character that has a familiar that grants spells, since that magic and mystical powers specifically comes from a supernatural force very different than mortal souls.

 Due to the nature of the soul focus, if the familiar dies, the focus can be harvested and placed in a new body as long as it is not destroyed, allowing the new familiar to retain the knowledge and memories of the first. What’s more, they also retain some of their skill from their old life, which can come in handy.

Additionally, much like a soulbound construct, the morality of these familiars is at least always partially neutral, based on the original creature rather than that of their master. What’s more, they also gain a magical ability based on that morality. Good familiars bless allies with the vigor of heroes, lawful can implant ideas in the minds of others. Truly neutral ones can put others to sleep, chaotic can induce a mad battle-lust, and evil ones can conduct negative energy into those they touch.

While simple, this archetype adds some useful flavor and magical buffing control, or damage. Not to mention a skill bonus. Additionally, it also guarantees that each time, the familiar you bond with is essentially the same one, even if it’s form changes. That fact also leads to some gristly utility, using the familiar to scout, and even if it dies, it still will retain the knowledge when re-bonded, though obviously this assumes that the spellcaster can recover the soul focus, and that the information does not become out of date in the meantime.

 Since these familiars used to be sapient beings, I can imagine that roleplaying them often involves a lot of awkward moments getting used to an unfamiliar body. What’s more, they may be more likely than most familiars to display odd and un-animal-like behaviors than most.

  The ioun wyrd familiar of Ercas the All-Knowing has a hidden secret, for one of the gems floating in its mass is actually the soul focus of his deceased daughter, which he keeps out of sentimental value, but could also be used against him if the knowledge she carries were made public.

 Eschewing the path of witchcraft in favor of mastering both blade and spell as a magus, Bunalby “Bunny” Tulkarm might be a veil may changeling, but she identifies more with her human half, carrying a shard of her late father within her ferret familiar, occasionally drawing upon his knowledge as a woodsman while she makes her way as a mercenary and guide.

 While most of his peers assume it is merely an ordinary clockwork familiar, the truth is Ibbot’s new familiar is much more, the parakeet-like construct is in fact an ancient familiar automaton, the sort normally powered by a transferred human soul, that he jury-rigged into working again with a soul focus stone. One might wonder where he got the soul fragment, but the more pressing concern is the fact that an overlord automaton has become aware of the familiar’s resurgence, and is prepared to investigate, its goals unclear.

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Phantasma Magica Ch. 8

STORY SUMMARY

Clockwork and the Observants send Danny to Hogwarts on a special mission. But, cryptic as ever, that Old Stopwatch never actually told him what would happen on it!!! “All you need to do right now, Daniel, is stay focused on your mission. And remember, the-” “‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ Yeah, you’ve only repeated that a few dozen times today.”

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When Danny arrived in Lupin’s office without the promised rat, well...

Sirius was furious. They now had essentially no way of finding Pettigrew -- except wandering around and hoping against hope that they spotted him.

Remus tried to calm him down. “He won’t have gone far. He has no reason to suspect Danny’s true motives. I’m sure he’ll turn up again-” “But for how long?! We had him! I KNEW I should’ve gotten him myself!” Danny floated down and let his feet touch the floor near the pacing Sirius. “I’m sorry. I can try to track him, but it’s hard to feel a living human soul under an animal’s mind.” Sirius stopped walking and spun to face him. His jaw tight, he growled, “I have a better idea.”

They spent several hours using Sirius’ dog nose and knowledge of the castle (helped by Danny’s invisibility) to search. But with no luck.

Still. The walk and passing of time helped calm Sirius a bit. After finishing by searching the castle grounds -- still with no luck -- they ended their search in the Shrieking Shack.

Defeated, Sirius changed back into a human and sat on the dilapidated excuse for a bed. “...” Danny floated there awkwardly. Remembering how he had almost attacked innocent Sirius in this room... “... I know there wasn’t much you could do.” Sirius head continued to hang -- he was looking at the news clipping he’d shown Danny. The one with the picture of “Scabbers.” “He knows this castle just as well as Moony and me. I just…” A shadow passed over his expression, but he looked up with a fire in his eyes. “I refuse to let that traitor go free. I don’t want go back to Azkaban -- you have no idea what being around that many of those things is like -- but I’d rather that than let Wormtail continue living like nothing happened.” His gaze softened, and his mouth thinned into a line. “That’s no excuse for taking it out on you, though, so… I’m sorry about that. We’ll just have to keep our eyes open for now.”

It had been a particularly long day for Danny, so, despite the sun being up, he decided to sleep in his makeshift bedroom in the Pipes. He had taken some pillows from the Divination classroom, a spare blanket from a closet -- and so on -- to form as cosey a resting area as he could manage in the damp space. Granted, the cold didn’t affect him (thankfully), but these things (the cushions especially) made it easier to relax.

“Scabbers” never showed up again, though, and the disappearance of his beloved pet had a rather unexpectedly drastic effect on Ron. As more and more time passed with no evidence as to what happened, he came to the most natural conclusion: “First the Firebolt, and now this! That bloody cat of yours ate him! He ATE SCABBERS!” If Danny didn’t know better, he probably would’ve agreed with Ron -- Crookshanks had shown a lot of interest in hunting the malnourished rodent, after all. But the extent to which Ron was blaming Hermione for his pet’s “death” was… actually mildly concerning. Danny excused most of Ron’s behaviour as raging hormones, but still… 

A part of him, a large part of him, wanted to tell them what actually happened -- that Scabbers was Pettigrew, that they had no reason to worry about Black anymore… -- But he just couldn’t risk it. If he told them, they’d act differently. And he had no way of knowing if or when Pettigrew might be watching. He couldn’t afford to tip him off. So instead... he let Ron mourn his rat.

Danny had been going with Harry to his anti-dementor lessons, regularly talking with Lupin about phantasms afterwards. The professor had decided to write a book about him. (No personal information, of course!) It was during one of these that Danny’s dislike -- bordering on hate -- of the wizards’ Ministry was solidified. “It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. The Ministry have given the dementors permission to suck out Sirius’ soul if they find him.” “-What?!” “It’s not that surprising, really. It’s one of the most extreme punishments for criminals -- but that’s the type of criminal they believe him to be.” “How are you so calm about this?!” “I assure you, I am not. But there’s not much more we can do about it than we already are doing. Sirius will just have to be extra careful not to get caught.”

Danny couldn’t argue with that. And besides, he had other things to distract him when he saw his friends the next morning. The teachers had finally satisfied themselves that Sirius’ anonymous present to Harry, the “Firebolt” broomstick, was safe. But while Harry was just excited to have his broom back (him and the entirety of the Gryffindor House, who seemed to think the Quidditch Cup was practically theirs because of it) -- Ron took this as yet more proof of Hermione being a terrible friend. “See, Hermione? There wasn’t anything wrong with it!” “Well -- there might have been!” Danny supposed Hermione’s arguing back didn’t help matters much… “I mean, at least you know now that it’s safe!” “Yeah, I suppose so,” was Harry’s response. ‘Oh wow. I hope I wasn’t this oblivious back when-’ He cut off that thought. There was no point in thinking about that now.

With Ron even more opposed to spending time with Hermione; and Harry thoroughly distracted by the Firebolt, his lessons with Lupin, and the upcoming Quidditch match against the Hufflepuff house… Danny decided to spend more time with Hermione. Hermione, who was secretly using a time-turner to time-travel and attend more classes than she should be able to, but was somehow now drowning in homework in the Gryffindor Common Room… … Danny was very confused.

He tapped her shoulder lightly before speaking so she’d know it was him. “Why don’t you just use the time-turner to get more rest?” he whispered. “What?!” She flinched. That was too loud. She checked to make sure no one noticed, then whispered, “How do you know about the time-turner?” “I was sent here by Clockwork, the Master of Time, remember? That thing is giving off faint time-aura from under your shirt. Although, I can probably only detect it because I’ve been around the stuff so much.” She was silent for a moment. “I’m supposed to avoid changing time as much as possible. Loads of wizards who’ve meddled with time have ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake! To use it for anything other than the absolutely essential is too risky! Professor McGonagall was very clear about the rules I was to follow in order to use it. It’s all part of her agreement with the Ministry.” Danny contained a snort of laughter. “Um… Actually… It’s more like the agreement they have with Clockwork.”

Hermione stopped writing in her notes. “I can personally guarantee that using the time-turner to, y’know… not go insane will be perfectly fine by my mentor.” “... Could we… Speak in private for a bit?” Danny thought he knew where this was going. “You want to know more about Clockwork and stuff?” “If that’s alright.” “I can share a little, anyway.”

Hermione packed up her schoolwork, and they moved to an abandoned classroom. “So the Ministry -- or someone at the Ministry -- knows Chron- I mean, Clockwork?!” “Well… Kind of. I’m not allowed to tell you much, but let’s just say that most of those deaths were actually Clockwork following the orders of HIS bosses. Time travel’s not all that dangerous, really.” “What about paradoxes?” “Things just split into a new timeline.” “Huh… So then, why all the rules?” “To keep humans from abusing the power. They -- Clockwork’s bosses -- don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen.”

There was silence for a few moments while Hermione thought. “Danny… You said Clockwork is your guardian.” “Yeah…” It wasn’t a question. “I’m, uh… Not a normal phantasm…” Hermione winced. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “No, it’s alright.”

Danny settled down at one of the desks. “... I used to be human. My parents were ghost hunters -- some of the best in the field, in fact! They built what was supposed to be a portal into the ghosts’ dimension -- the ‘Ghost Zone’ -- but it didn’t work. I, like an idiot, went inside to get a closer look. It turned on with me inside it.” Hermione’s eyes widened, but she didn’t speak. “In order for a phantasm to form, rather than be born, a soul has to come in contact with a large amount of ectoplasmic energy and have a strong enough will to live. Clockwork… He saved me. If not for him, I wouldn’t have become a phantasm -- I’d just be dead.” “Oh…” “...”

“Have you… ever gone back?” “...” Danny looked at the desk in front of him. “A few times. But, uh… Going back for too long or often would… not be good. I could become ‘tied’ there and never able to leave. And if that happened…” He paled, “I’d-rather-not-think-about-it.” “I’m sorry!” “--No, no… It’s alright.” He smiled at her. “You, uh, actually remind me a lot of one of my friends from back then.” His eyes lit up, and he smiled. “Sam, she was this big activist. She was a self-proclaimed ‘ultra-recyclo-vegetarian’ and goth, and she always had a cause -- usually multiple -- that she was fighting for! She would’ve loved your whole ‘free the house-elves’ movement! And my sister, Jazz -- you’re both ridiculously smart and like taking care of your friends.” Hermione was blushing a little bit, but seemed pleased. “You must miss them terribly.” Danny grimaced, his smile fading. “Yeah…”

She moved over so she could rest her hand on his arm. Cold, but not as freezing as she expected. “If there’s anything I can do to make this place feel more like home to you…” She smiled comfortingly at him. “Just tell me. You’re my friend.” He smiled back at her.

“So, uh… You going to start using the time-turner more?” “Oh!” Hermione moved back to where she had spread out her homework and grabbed a blank piece of parchment. She started muttering and working out some math problems. “... Yes, if I take a few hours out of my sleeping schedule, there should be enough room for two of me in my bed… And that room should be empty during this period…” She seemed satisfied after a few minutes. And indeed, Hermione looked much more rested after that. Danny even played lookout on occasion to make sure no one noticed multiple Hermiones wandering around.

‘Now that I’ve solved that problem…’ Ron had noticed Danny was spending more time with Hermione, and he took it as a sign of betrayal. Danny tried to think of some way he could bridge the gap between the two: ‘He’ll come around eventually. Even if it won’t be until he finds out about Pettigr-though... I guess that might just make him MORE upset…’ … But he was coming up empty.

Harry (or rather, Harry’s Firebolt) was more successful at cheering Ron up. There was a lot of excitement as the first match came up that Harry’d be riding it in. And when Danny got to see Harry fly on it, he understood why.

It wasn’t quite as fast as Danny was when he flew -- but it was pretty damn close! No one else on (above?) the field stood a chance! And to put icing on the cake, Harry completely humiliated some bullies who tried to sabotage him, too! Malfoy -- (‘Why is it always Malfoy?! That’s it. I need to ask them how this rivalry started!’) -- and some of his friends had thought it was a brilliant idea to try and scare Harry by dressing up and pretending to be dementors. But, as Lupin put it, Harry “gave Mr. Malfoy quite a fright” when he used the “patronus charm” he’d been working on in his anti-dementor lessons against them. The group of Slytherin students got into a lot of trouble for their stunt, AND Harry won the game for the Gryffindor team!

And for a while, things were actually peaceful -- for both Danny AND his friends.

But still without any sign of Peter Pettigrew.

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