#phantom soul

[eleniel-starlight]

Phantom Soul Part II

Author's Note: Gotta be honest I debated posting this so soon after the other but I hate to keep everyone waiting when I am horrible at updating. Gotta post when the inspiration comes, or I don't post at all lol. Any ways, here's part two, I hope you'll like it.

Chapter Two; Weapon Out, Belly in

The creature, whom she learned was called Savage, led her back to a luxurious apartment, filled with lavish furniture and open to the world of Corellia. The main room was empty, save for two individuals seated on a deeb blue sofa, a deeper blue than their uniforms. Helmets sat on the table in the centre of the room, and from there Wanda sent her gaze upward. Boots, armour that was combat ridden, and their faces were human, much like hers; there were similarities and differences, as there were with all species across the galaxy. Mandalorians remained her favourite of all the humans she had encountered, however. Their genetic makeup made them a fun breaking game, steel all the way down even in the untrained. These Mandalorians before her, though, were trained of the highest order. She could see it in the way their shoulders sat, the curve of their back, the alertness of their eyes.

Further, near the window, stood a figure of the same species as Savage, his skin red rather than the other’s gross yellow, and covered in ebony tattoos. Wanda noticed that he, too, carried a lightsaber at his waist. She had heard rumours that the sith were returned, but she did not know they were such formidable figures. 

“We are the true Sith.” His voice was a deep growl, though his words came smoothly. The witch thought it hypnotic, to a point. He held his hands behind his back, and when he turned to walk, Wanda noticed the tread of his footing. Light on his feet as he tried to be, she knew that there was only half a life in him, made up for only in the hatred and anger that emanated from him. 

“Savage promised me a heavy repayment in return for… Undisclosed services. Please, tell me Sith, what services could you ask from a witch?”

The Sith stared, as if he were imagining his own questions for her, then answered. 

“All I need is your… Expertise. It is said that you can manipulate the mind, pull information out without consent.” 

Wanda bristled. “Why do you need me for that?” Her hesitance seemed to surprise the Sith, who ceased walking toward her. “You seem reluctant.” His fists were clenched but he did not move to grab his lightsaber; she took this as a sign that he was willing to convince her. 

“And you seem to be able to read my mind just fine. I don’t like visitors in my head, Sith.” 

The alien grinned, and in one swift movement removed his robe to reveal a strong body wrapped in continuous black garb, with red and black marked skin peeking from the open neck of his tunic to the top of his head, that was crowned with horns just as Savage. Wanda was ensconced by his eyes, a deep marred yellow, with red streaked across his irises. “You may call me Maul, witch. And while you might not like visitors, you have pushed me out quite effectively. But I cannot sense you in my mind, though I suspect you are already there.” 

Truth be told, she was already probing him. Her telepathy had developed a great deal since landing in this universe, with so many minds to be heard and touched she’d had no choice but to acclimate, to develop her abilities well past their previous limits. The witch had heard of the Jedi’s ability to read minds, but had no idea that she was the one with the advantage. 

The Mandalorians accompanying Maul seemed to be a different bunch, however. She found herself pushing a moderate amount more than she would have to in attempt to infiltrate their thoughts, but while Maul spoke, she wormed her way in. 

What was Vizsla thinking?

This is a goose chase, no way this girl can break a Jedi.

“You’d be surprised who I can break, Gar Saxon.” The blonde man looked up at her with a scowl, which she met with a smirk. Wanda met Maul on the other side of the table, her palms laid flat.

“I would be more than happy to offer my services, however, I will need to know what I will be doing before I sign anything.” \

Maul’s grin met her smirk, and he waved his arms in a grand gesture. Saxon brought out a holo device and laid it on the table, which lit up with a recording of a struggling man, a face she had seen a million times over. A clone. 

“We have been attempting to interrogate this clone for some time now, but he seems especially strong willed. Not even my ability with the Force has been able to break him. I need you to extract a certain piece of information from him.” The brown haired witch looked to the Master Sith, and then to his Apprentice. Her brow was furrowed in thought, and finally she spoke. 

“I can feel you probing at my mind, the both of you, and it is taking all of my energy to keep you out. Surely a clone cannot be so difficult?”

“Our ability can only push so far before we drive our subject mad. We would lose all of the information that is valuable to us.” Maul sighed. At this, Wanda let out a laugh, boisterous and loud. This seemed to shock the men around her, for they jumped at the sound. “And what makes you think I will not do the same, Sith?” The warrior growled at her for this, baring his teeth wide. Her hands were behind her back now, and she began to stride around the table, toward the red skinned alien. “You see, the truth is I don’t know the depths of my own ability. If this information you seek is so difficult to extract from a simple clone, I’m not sure my methods will yield different results.” They were face to face now; it was just dawning on her how much bigger this warrior was, and it seemed he had the cunning to match. Her own probes were not gleaning much information, only pain. So much pain, and anger. Unbridled rage rested beneath the surface, and once she touched it she flinched back, a hand held to her head as she cried out. The cold floor was cooling to her hands as she kneeled down to steady herself. 

“Grab her.” Saxon was the first to lay his hand on Wanda, which was met with a blast of energy that sent him flying back into the wall. The three warriors were left aghast, though only a second later was Maul over her, and all she could see and feel was black. 

The ache in her head was pounding, and persistent no matter how she rubbed it against the stone behind her. She’d pulled at the shackles only to yelp in pain, for they were reinforced with an energy field that also managed to elicit the same shock when she attempted to use her abilities. The least she could tell was that she was in the brig of a star ship, and given the steady feeling of the flight so far, they were in hyperspace. 

The door in front of her opened, revealing Maul; he was still in his tunic from before, and now with the chance to finally see all of him, she could not tell if the legs he walked on were organic or metal. Only that they clanged loudly against the floor of the cell she resided in. The horned man leaned down to her eye level. “Oh, the witch, brought low. How powerless you must feel, to have lost your abilities. Your connection to the things around you.”

Wanda spat in his face, and laughed. “If you thought I wasn’t going to help you before, I certainly won’t now.” She felt Maul’s hand gripping her chin roughly, and heard his growl in her ear. “You will help me, little witch. Or I will make you scream.” His nails dug into her skin, clawing just before drawing blood, and his grip only tightened as Wanda attempted to squirm from his grasp. Maul chuckled at this, before releasing and sweeping from the cell in one swift move. Wanda was left to stew in her pain and contemplation for the remainder of the flight. 

Upon landing, Savage was the one to enter the cell and release Wanda’s hands from above her head. He held her arm tightly as they made their way off the ship and onto the landing platform that was populated with Mandalorian warriors outfitted in complete armour, saluting Maul as he passed. Savage and Wanda were at the end of the line, and though she could not see their faces, she could almost feel the scowls of the warriors around them. Oh how she missed her powers; the witch had only been in such a predicament once before, and it was agonising. The loss of connection to the world around her, the voices, the ability to feel even the inanimate objects that lay in her path; she truly never thought that she would miss it all so much. 

Savage led her off the landing platform into a concrete building that was layered with halls and doors leading to who knows where. After many twists and turns, Wanda began to lose track of where they had come in and where they would eventually end up, though she assumed this was a tactic employed by Maul to disorient her. At some point they came to an intricately designed door, much larger than even Savage, who towered above her and could easily crush her should he so desire. A knock, and the door began to open. Savage led her in, where a hall lined with what appeared to be cell doors awaited. Fantastic. Wanda thought. The brute led her down the hall, to a door at the end that appeared to be doubly reinforced, with an energy field surrounding the threshold. 

“How cliche, you can’t expect this will hold me forever?” This elicited a chuckle from Savage, who tossed her in once the door had opened, and shut it without a word. Wanda was left in the dark, the only light coming from the force field that lined the cell, and her wrists. With nothing left to do, the witch crossed her legs, and began to meditate. 

[notoriouslydevious]

Tango Evelynn by Phantom Soul

[stealingyourbones]

Jason startles as a stranger on the streets of Gotham takes one look at him, looks at him in absolute horror, and then runs to the closest dumpster and vomits into it.

Jason is mildly offended. He doesn’t look that bad does he? — Danny glances back to look at the undead staring at him on the sidewalk and nearly vomits again. His soul is shattered. It’s like looking at a human after being hit by a car at 60mph who’s acting like they’re perfectly fine as they walk towards you. — Jason approaches the stranger, one hand hovering over the shoulder of the guy and asks; “Hey man what’s your problem? What's the deal w-”

The once retching passerby moves imperceptibly quick. His hands go through Jason’s chest and before he can even react he feels something snap back into place.

Jason can barely remember screaming as he near instantly blacks out from the pain.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Dead Tired Coffeeshop Accident

For one reason or another, Danny is now living in Gotham and working in a coffeeshop. For one reason or another, Tim frequents the same coffeeshop.

Now, both of them are honest to god messes who treat sleep like a grave enemy. Meaning they both survive on coffee, spite, energy drinks, and their respective hyperfocuses.

They don't even talk, really, they just see each other from time to time: Tim knows the barista who looks like he's been dead for weeks is named Danny, and Danny knows how to make Tim's Death Wish with his eyes closed, but other than that, they are just strangers who largely don't care about each other.

That is, until one time after his patrol, Tim comes to the said coffeeshop in his Red Robin gear. He doesn't even think about it, he simply needs coffee. He comes to the counter. He orders. His voice is tired and emotionless. He just wants his coffee and maybe stare at a wall for a few hours until his brain reboots. Danny takes his order without even looking at him. He has been sitting and staring at a wall for a few hours, night shifts are literally killing him.

They are both so done.

Red Robin waits for his coffee. Danny makes it almost automatically, his mind elsewhere. The coffeeshop is empty, save for them two. It's four in the morning. Nothing feels real.

Danny sets the cup on the counter.

"One Death Wish for Tim," he says out of a habit, not fully registering they are alone, and he doesn't need to do that.

Tim takes the coffee without thinking, nods a silent 'thank you'. Brings the cup up to his mouth-

And notices a glove on his own hand.

He is in Red Robin get up.

He freezes and looks at the barista, who is cleaning the coffeemachine. Danny, noticing him looking, also looks back at him. Did he make the wrong order? He knows Tim's soul, he's seen it a lot, he couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else, but maybe he forgot to add syrup?..

There's a domino mask on Tim's face. A vigilante domino mask.

They stare at each other. No one moves. No one blinks. The sun is rising somewhere over the city.

Tim takes a sip of his coffee. Danny goes back to cleaning the coffeemachine.

They never speak of this again, but Tim becomes a regular here in both of his personas.

[stars-obsession-pit]

In some DPxDC fics, Kryptonite is made of solidified ectoplasm.

This is often used for humor - Danny gets to eat the Kryptonite like it’s no big deal.

But what if it was taken in a different direction?

Ghosts are made of ectoplasm.

Kryptonite’s dangerous effects towards Kryptonians mainly came about after the planet’s destruction (in at least some interpretations, the material is dangerous because it’s infused with radiation from the destruction of the planet).

The destruction of Krypton caused a lot of death—a lot of ghosts—all at once.

The first time Danny laid his eyes on some Kryptonite, he had to run to a wastebasket before he emptied his stomach.

It was full of trapped souls.

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is a Fae at Starbucks

So! Danny works by Fae Rules, Names and all, but he has no idea about that because he was forced to run away from Home (and the Ghost portal) before his Ghostly Education could be completed.

He runs to Gotham and eventually gets a job at Starbucks, or some other Cafe.

He has to ask the question "Could I get your name please?" A LOT while working there. And unintentionally steals hundreds of Names by the end of his first day, much less a week or a month into his job.

One day, Constantine visits Gotham for a Meeting with Batman, but by the time he gets to the Meeting Point he has bigger issues to discuss.

"Why the hell does half of your City belong to a Fae Lord?!"

[sentient-stove]

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

[enigmaris]

Ive written like 20k words for my two dpxdc ideas but of course my mind is giving more ideas:

Ghost King!Danny gets summoned one time by a cult and is like 'absolutely not'. He is already barely scraping by in highschool with all of his ghost fights, if he can be magically yoinked at any time he can kiss graduation goodbye.

He asks his ghost friends and one of them tells him he will need a human magic user to create a ward for him, since its human magic thats summoning him the protection should come from the same source.

Now where to find a magic user that can

1) make a protective ward for a half ghost/ half tired teen

2) will do that when Danny has about 3 dollars in his piggy bank

Danny through whatever means are the funniest discovers the soul tax evading John Constatine and has an idea!

A few days later John finds out his soul has been bought by the high king of the infinite realms, who last he checked, was a homocidal maniac.

This isnt going to end well.

[randomfandomisuppose]

Custody battle for the ages thought dump:

-Selling your soul USED to mean that you had to do whatever the person who bought your soul wants you to, but after the defeat of Pariah Dark the Ghost Zone had some massive judicial reforms. Danny isn’t the Ghost King but that’s because he was like “Uh, what? I’m 14 why don’t you guys have an election or something?”

-Pandora is the current prime minister of the Ghost Zone

-I am not coming up with an in depth system of government for a silly idea but I see them as having a parliament and local governments for different parts of the ghost zone and working on a judicial system and all that fun stuff.

-I’m not sure who exactly Danny’s “Ghost Parent” would be but I think it’d be fun if it was Pandora

-Constantine sold his soul to her after the reforms and she’s just like “Ah a little brother for my halfa son how lovely”

-Younger ghosts acknowledge the fact that Constantine is a grown ass man (and a kinda terrifyingly powerful one at that) but the ancients think he’s adorable

-“Awwwwww baby’s first immortality spell 🥺”

-They think him doing magic is cute the same way little kids making mud potions is cute

-Constantine hates it but will also take any advantage he can get, sometimes they’ll do magical favours for him

-Danny calls him baby brother specifically to piss him off

-Danny has been learning ghost magic but isn’t that good at it yet, Constantine mostly only really knows non ghost magic but is slowly picking it up through osmosis

-Danny gets the Fenton tall gene and grows up to be slightly taller than Constantine (To Constantine’s absolute dismay and displeasure as the baby brother jokes increase in frequency)

-Danny just randomly starts showing up at the watchtower whenever Constantine is there to bother him

-The JL is just like “whose lost sassy floating child is this and how the fuck did they get here?”

Bonus:

The bat siblings: “There’s no fucking way they’re siblings they look and sound nothing alike.”

Danny and Constantine: (Have a full blown magical duel because Danny hid Constantine’s cigarettes, Constantine accidentally lands a hit on Danny and immediately regrets it.)

Danny: I’m gonna tell mom!

Constantine: (Panicked English bargaining)

The bat siblings: “Oh, nevermind.”

[emacrow]

Constantine is noping this situation, you can't make hi-..ah fucking damn it

John was already paled when Kronos got revived, but seeing the eyes scalding blinding Fear of God staring into your very soul and judgment every inch power that was in that godlinng babe was enough for him to started drinking his emergency booze.

He is not dealing with Greek Gods bullshits, especially if that what he puzzling in the pieces together Then Kronos's story was becoming twisted all together. Nope, he isn't. Batman can bribe him all he wants. He is fucking leaving now!!

Fucking with THAT right there especially with the contract he still owed Kronos for, he rather suffered the complete obliteration of his soul being torn to shreds once he dies then have that god find him. He is escaping of here before She even noticed that he is Here with her ol time relic still in his pocket.

Before he can even get one step in the portal ready, he already felt his chest tightening as if his entire chest was being squeezed like a kid's teething toy.

Fucking dammit, he should've left right when Kronos was still having that psychic backlash, he knew he should've trusted his gut, fucking time Goddess and her all knowing of when and where.

Part 6 << >> Offical Quiz that Decision the Fate of this continuing fic >>> Fic Released

[eleniel-starlight]

Phantom Soul

Author's Note: Hey guys, it's certainly been a while, and I know this isn't an update to the other fic I have up here. Trust me, it's coming. This one, however, has been in the works and undergoing editing for quite some time, and something just snapped in me and I wanted to post it. Part two will be up sometime this evening more than likely, it has already been edited and scheduled. For now, enjoy my pure self indulgence, I hope y'all like it.

Chapter One; Lurch Into The Fray

The galaxy, wide as it was, served as an unforgiving and inhospitable habitat for a young witch, despite the magic that ran rampant in her veins. Settled on Corellia, the Scarlet Witch had earned a living in fighting rings, where her combat training tied with her ability to manipulate the psyche of her opponents proved to be profitable enough. She only longed to stay under the radar of the mysterious Jedi.

What she kept to herself were enough credits to feed herself, the credits she earned fighting in rings, besting large men with her fighting skill and winning the bets that had been placed. Oftentimes she left with many eyes watching her back, waiting for a moment to attack; but she disappeared too fast for that, winnings in hand with the thought of food to fill her warm belly on her mind. 

Tonight the fight was fierce, the opponent she was up against was a skilled fighter, relying on their critical thinking and deft footing instead of strength and size. Wanda enjoyed the challenge. The fighter lunged, attempting to get the jump on her, but she moved to the left and kicked her knee into their stomach with all her force. They let out an ‘oomph’ and stumbled back; the witch let out a huff of surprise and moved to enact her winning scheme. She feigned right again as the Chiss followed, their thirst for revenge fueling their movements, and when her left hook landed, a tendril of scarlet energy wormed into the being’s eye and into its mind. The witch let slip a smirk, her onslaught began. 

With the thoughts of her adversary shared, Wanda made quick work of the rest of the fight. It didn’t last long, despite her attempts to make her moves seem natural; the crowd held their breath in shock as the small woman dodged and weaved her way through the punches and kicks thrown by the opposite fighter. As they tired themselves out, Wanda delivered three concise blows; a second kick to the stomach, a right hook to the cheek, and an uppercut for good measure. While normally she incapacitated her foe through exhaustion technique and finished with well placed blows to pressure points, Wanda knew from her forged connection that the Chiss would not go down in such a way; she was hardly shocked when the blue skinned being stood, then wiped the blood from their lips. 

“Now the fun begins.” Their voice was deep and menacing, and Wanda watched in fascination as the Chiss strode forward, slowly, their hands hanging at their sides. She recognized this; a calm, before a storm that few would be able to survive. The witch, however, was no normal being, and her mind was following every move the challenger made. As they jumped to land two kicks on Wanda’s head and shoulders, she moved back and watched as the being fell to the ground, trying to recuperate. She let him, if only to continue the interesting fight. 

They were glaring when they stood, anger fuming off of them. She only flashed a white smile, and shrugged. This seemed to enrage her foe further, pushing them to attack head on once again. Wanda fell to the side, but not before capturing the Chiss’ wrist in her hand and twisting until she heard something snap. 

As the alien fell, Wanda placed her foot in the middle of their back, waiting for the bell to sound of the roar of the crowd. Her exit from the ring was met with a hefty bag of Republic credits, though Wanda sensed something off. 

“This was my fourth fight of the week, I’m owed more than this!”

The mobster holding the bag, a Quarren male whose tentacles shifted downward upon her exclamation, frowned at her. Tired, and unwilling to push her abilities any further after already pushing hard enough, Wanda took the credits being waved at her. If she truly wanted the rest, she would get it. The Quarren backed down to allow Wanda to pass, and as she did she was acutely aware of the figure in a black cloak that tailed her at a seemingly respectful distance. While she wasn’t close enough to invade their mind, she could sense the powerful aura radiating from beneath the hood. At a glance behind her, she caught what looked like a crown poking beneath the hood. The rest of the figure was shrouded in darkness, literal black robes flowing about them, concealing their identity fully, though she thought she caught a glimpse of metal hanging at their waist. 

Her heart stilled. Had the Jedi found her? Of course, she was close to Coruscant and a fugitive on the run in the Inner Rim, it would’ve been easy to catch her. But surely not, with tensions running high in the Senate and the Jedi spread throughout the galaxy due to the ongoing Clone Wars. Surely she was not at the top of their list of priorities. 

In the interest of keeping the Jedi away from her temporary set up while she was on Corellia, the witch deviated from her course home. She sped her pace, leaving the Jedi in the dust; she was rumoured to be extremely powerful, surely they hadn’t sent an amateur after her? To hopefully prove herself wrong, Wanda vanished between a set of housing units, and opened the well of power in her to propel her upward. Despite already being on the next building over, the figure appeared on the opposite end of the rooftop. They followed her. Now that they stand near the lampposts of the lower levels, Wanda, brow furrowed in curiosity, could see the yellow and black face beneath the cloak's hood. She did not know who had found her, but she was certain that the Jedi would have sent someone adequately suited to handle her. 

“How long have you been following me?” She was tired of running, and the magik she had pent up needed an outlet. 

The creature removed his hood, and before her stood a striking figure that radiated power. His aura was flared and yellow. Fitting, she thought, and after the thought she could’ve sworn the creature’s face flashed with question. The witch thought for sure that the Jedi couldn’t read minds, but perhaps she was mistaken. Perhaps the Force truly was as mysterious as the commoners made it out to be. Nevertheless, there was a creature before her that oozed with a dark and enticing power, and something more. Wanda could not yet put her finger on it, but she knew that the ensuing fight would answer many of her questions. 

Giving no response to her question, the Jedi advanced until he was less than a metre away from her, who had not moved. Energy brimmed at her fingertips, calling to be released, and then died as the creature raised his empty hands, long nails gnarled at the ends of his fingers. She would get no fight from him, at least, not yet. 

“I have heard of you, Scarlet Witch. I would like to enlist your help.” His voice was deep, cool, and left no room for a question. Still, Wanda laughed. “I don’t work with Jedi.” 

What was once cold and calculating was now hostile, contemptful. “I’m no Jedi.” 

Wanda reached out with her hand, twisted in an animated move as she pulled the hilt of a lightsaber from his belt, and ignited it with a swift thwip of her thumb. A red blade fell from the opening, humming with controlled rage. The witch was left aghast, and off guard enough to allow the large creature to engulf her wrist in his hand and take the blade back, unfazed by her burst of power. She grinned inwardly; he must not have seen the tendrils of energy reach out and latch onto his lightsaber like an octopus seeking vice as it falls. 

“What’s your price, witch?”

[kettlefire]

Constantine & the King

First time Constantine meets the Ghost King, he's expecting problems. In his line of work, when all the shadows in the room seem to be pulled toward a point in the room. Creating a dark portal that suddenly glowed a startling green, it's more than concerning.

However, Constantine was thrown off by the young man that stepped out of the portal. Young man could be putting it generously. The kid looked barely legal to drink.

However the kid was holding a scroll that looked thicker than his own head. A crown, ring, and cape that just screamed royalty.

Constantine did not expect the kid to greet with joy and friendliness.

It was the Ghost King. The being that held full control over that aspect of the mythical realms. His name was Danny, and Constantine found the kid's lack of professionalism a nice break.

That scroll? Every contract Constantine ever signed that used his soul as a bargianing chip.

Now, Constantine expected annoyance. If his soul was technically meant to end up in the grasp of thw King, wouldn't the kid be pissed?

After all, Constantine was certain one of those contracts was with the prior Ghost King.

Except, Danny loved it. He was all grins and laughter as he spoke about it. The kid complained about the amount of paperwork, sure. Who wouldn't?

Aside from that, Danny adored Constantine's work. His nonchalantness when it came to signing away his soul.

Danny relished in the chaos he has happening among various other entities. Praised Constantine, and thanked him for the entertainment.

Constantine realized that this Ghost King was a brat. He enjoyed the chaos and the drama as long as it hurt absolutely anyone. This kid was a little shithead.

And Constantine got a confirmation. No matter what, no matter what contracts he signed. His soul was going to end up in Danny's hands.

Constantine didn't mind that. He liked the spirit the kid had. Found a fondness for the King.

A fondness that only grew with every impromptu meeting. Every time the room grew colder, and the shadows moved and warped in the room.

Constantine grew accustomed to it. He looked forward to it.

Then it happened.

Constantine was at the Justice League Watchtower. A simple consultation, nothing too crazy. It was all going to be fine.

Until Constantine felt the shift in the room.

The temperature dropped. The shadows shifted and contorted, and a portal began to form.

Constantine waved off the other heroes concern and defense. Turning towards the forming portal, and prepared to see the kid. The kid who was easily his favorite being in the world at this point.

Except that changed once he saw the familiar being step through the portal.

Maybe step was the wrong word. Danny basically stumbled out of the green portal. Landing harshly on his knees in front of the league.

Constantine wasted no time rushing forward. Pulling the kid close to him, and taking in the sight. Looking for any sign of what was wrong.

Blood and a green substance coated the kid's closed. And Constantine noted the cape was completely missing. The kid was in tears, shaking horrible and in a state of complete hysteria.

All Constantine knew, was that he was going to make them pay.

Whoever brought this normally confident and carefree king to his knees, wasn't going to last much longer.

Those bastards will pay.

[deadsetobsessions]

Fae adjacent! Danny pt. 2

Timothy Drake hadn’t figured out what Danny Fenton was. The shop keeper had been kind, something the nine year old hadn’t expected when he walked into Danny’s shop, willing to trade away his name and soul to get Jason back.

As the young man tilted his head at Jason’s grave, something distinctly inhuman crossing his face as he smelt the soil, Tim had the slightest inkling that he didn’t want to know.

Tim, despite what most people would say, had some kind of self preservation instinct. He wouldn’t have survived traipsing after vigilantes in Gotham this long if he didn’t.

He did not want to find out what kind of creature Danny Fenton could be when enraged. (Despite the fear, something in Tim trilled in Danny presence. Safety, it said. Acceptance.)

——

Danny hummed. The soil here had been disturbed. The dead had not stayed dead. Danny smirked. He knew a bit about not staying dead.

“Your Jason isn’t here, little Sparrow.”

“What?”

“See the soil?”

The little sparrow- Tim- curiously looked down. Danny was sure the kid was smart and a few seconds later, he was proven right.

“The soul’s fresh. Overturned. Someone dug him up? No. An indent. No soil on the outside of the burial, it’s not square- he dug himself up?”

Danny sent the little sparrow an approving smile. “Well, Gotham was never known for its rule abiding citizens, dead or not.”

The little sparrow sighed. “Great. He’s a zombie now?”

“Not quite. Come, we will find your brother.”

“He's, uh, not my brother.”

Danny blinked, pausing. “You would give your name for someone who isn’t family?”

Tim flushed. “He’s- he’s my hero!”

"He'd better be thankful for this, then. What a good friend you are, little sparrow."

Tim lowered his voice, "He doesn't know I exist?”

Danny stared at him and wondered if Phantom ever had anyone who would give their names for him. He also wondered if the standard for human stupidity had lowered since he woke up.

“You see how that's worse, right?"

"Can we get this done, please? Preferably before Batman comes out at night?"

"There are worse things than the Bat, but yes, we may. This way."

As Danny led the way, following the scent of a newly retethered soul and trace amounts of what this world called Lazarus Pits, he found himself wondering who taught this kid his self preservation instincts because they needed to be fired. Tim had followed him, through shady alleys and darkened roads, without a thought for his own safety.

They reached the door of what clearly was a pixie den. Before Danny entered, he turned to Tim. "You, little sparrow, would be the first to be murdered in a poorly done horror movie. Now, stay here while I get Jason."

With that said and satisfaction taken from Tim's flabbergasted and insulted face, Danny headed inside the pixie den to collect the wayward soul.

——

"It's Danny!"

"Danny!"

The pixies in the room cheered as he walked in. Their teeth were a bit too sharp, ears a little too pointed, with shirts that did not fit quite right at their backs.

"Hey, guys." Danny strode to the room, following the scent of Jason's soul. "

"Ah, interested in our fresh catch?" One of the more... prolific pixies sidled up to him. "I think we'll make good entertainment of this boy yet. Maybe even the king would like a gift. His soul's pretty strong, mind's almost dead though."

Danny turned to the pixie and smiled. "I'm coming to collect on my contract, unfortunately."

The bar fell to complete silence. The mist and haze of the bar settled and drew back from the tinge of green in Danny's eyes. Oberon might have ruled his court but Danny's court was above even his.

"Oh- I. Yes, of course, please." The pixie stepped back hastily. Danny strode the rest of the way, content in the unnatural silence of the normally chatty pixies. He picked Jason up from the seat, frowning as he caught the scent of mind numbing herbal paste in the food in front of the kid.

"The children," he uttered commandingly. "Are off limits."

"But-!"

Danny clicked his tongue chidingly as he began leading the unsteady kid out the door.

"It isn't quite the days of old anymore, where people are aware of normal trickery. If an adult falls for your schemes, then that is on them. Children? No. To pick on a newly tethered soul is too far into my court for me to turn a blind eye."

"How are we supposed to do anything with the bat watching the skies?"

"Then fly below him," Danny drew his lips back, allowing Phantom to flicker onto his human face and warping it to something more inhuman. Like them.

"We understand," the bar's proprietor agreed. "Your word will be heard and heeded, king of another court."

"Much appreciated."

——

"Jason!"

"One second, little sparrow." Danny focused, drawing upon the chaotic magic that laid beneath the thrum of ectoplasm. He, oddly enough, has had enough practice returning memories to make this process as easy as a twist of his hand. Jason went limp.

"Jason!" Tim's cry had a little more panic in it.

"Worry not, he's simply sleeping. Regained memories tend to be quite taxing." He shuffled Jason a little closer to Tim. "Here you are, little sparrow. One Jason, whole and generally unharmed."

Tim glanced at Jason and then at himself. He sheepishly looked at Danny. "Would you mind helping me get him back home?"

Danny tilted his head back and laughed.

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[the-witchhunter]

So Lucifer Morningstar, the fourth of the fallen, (retired) ruler of hell, the Devil himself, is a character in DC comics, appearing in the Sandman comics, his own solo run and various other comics

He is absurdly powerful

The thing is, Lucifer still has access to his Divine power, unlike other fallen angels, and is actually more powerful than other angels

What does this mean?

Lucifer was the guy that shaped the matter to create the stars, an ability he still has

Enter one Danny Fenton

“Omg(oh my ghost) I’m a HUGE FAN of your work”

Just Danny fangirling over the literal Devil because of stars and space

[bet-on-me-13]

It's a Deal.

So! Steph is in a bit of a Bind. Literally.

Her Father had just discovered that she was the Vigilante who kept ruining his Plans, and decided to Deal with her. So he tied her up at a Bomb Site for one of his Plans and left her to die there.

No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape the Ropes, and time was running out. If only she had managed to get that last message out to Batman in time, maybe he would have come to rescue her.

The Timer had nearly reached Zero, when all of a sudden Time Stopped. The Ropes around her fell away, and a guy walked up to her as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hey, you seem to be in a bit of a bind."

"Not so much anymore, was that you?"

"Yeah, bit of a Free Sample. See, I'm in a bit of a bind as well. I made a Deal with these floating Eyeballs, and long story short in order to keep my town safe I need to take the Soul of an Innocent person."

"And is that where I come in?"

"Yup, Basically I save your life, help you out with whatever you want, and you give me the rights to your Soul."

"What if I just walk away while time is stopped?"

"The building is Locked down tight, and I can't actually hold Time stopped for too long either way, it's sort of a new power to me. Without my help you wouldn't get out in time."

"So it's sell my soul or die?"

"Trust me,I don't like it either, but it's what I have to do."

"You know what, sure. You help me escape, help me take down The Cluemaster, and I'll give you my Soul."

"Then it's a Deal."

"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."