#space!danny

[ghostblobbletea]

A silly from my rp account

[crocodilekanedy]

Ectoberhaunt 2024: Day 1 - Past, Present, & Future

Summary: Clockwork had never expected to find themself turning to Pariah for answers. But this was a matter meant for Ancient powers and Pariah was the oldest Power of them all.

Content Warnings: Minor Character Death/Murder, Migraines, Passing Out

They’d never been fond of the Sarcophagus, the hinges and carrys meant to hold back Time staring back at them tauntingly. Now those same grips were struggling to keep Power contained.

Pressing a hand against the prison, Clockwork closed their eyes and concentrated. Entering Power’s domain was never easy. A slimy sensation washed over Clockwork as they disentangled themselves from time, the process just as painful now as it had always been. Blinking back the oncoming headache Clockwork could finally open their eyes and look into the landscape of the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.

It was vast, the wide open night sky casting little light on the soft rolling hills that decorated the area. In the distance they could see Pariah, leaning against one of the few trees present. Floating slowly Clockwork carefully approached their fellow Ancient, stopping a few feet from the lounging ghost and taking in his missing armor and lax demeanor. Pariah had yet to move, eyes closed as he rested against the thick trunk of his tree with fern like leaves reaching to nearly the ground he sat on.

Clockwork hesitated, form shifting nervously as they considered returning to the Long Now and forgetting this ridiculous endeavor. Then the biting cold behind their eyes returned and desperation began to claw in their throat.

No.

They had to be here.

“Come to taunt me Timekeeper?” Pariah lazily opened his eye, turning his head to look at Clockwork’s flickering frame in annoyance. If the time ghost had come here simply to annoy him with cryptic messages Pariah would send him away immediately. He had no need for that in his current imprisonment.

He waited for the other to speak. Surly Clockwork had come to him for a reason and not simply to stand around in these barren hills? After a time his patience grew thin with the useless silence, the constant ticking of Clockwork’s core the only noise to accompany them. Just as he thought to push the ghost out of his prison Clockwork spoke.

“What was it like?” Their voice was a whisper, leaving behind the base of their official form and shifting to something smaller, younger.

“What?” Pariah was shocked, seeing his sibling’s true form like this. When was the last time he or any of his siblings had shown what they truly looked like? In this form Clockwork truly did look like the youngest of the Ancients, softly curling white hair falling into their face and covering the gory remnants of their left eye. They shuffled, gingerly sitting down next to Pariah and adjusting their staff in their curled lap.

“When you killed the Ens Entium what was it like?” Clockwork ignored the sharp intake of breath from beside them, keeping their gaze down at the pale gray grass beneath them. “I remember feeling the shockwave at my birth but I was not there to witness it.”

“What is your goal here Timekeeper?” Pariah was certain this must be a trick of some kind. He had lost any trust from his siblings long ago, Clockwork would never show him such a vulnerable form. But there was his youngest sibling, face still clinging to the last bits of baby fat and red eyes round and innocent as Pariah remembered. Those same eyes were wide with a terrible fear now, a haunted look in them as Clockwork avoided eye contact with their older brother.

“Please-” Clockwork felt their chest catch, a terrified chime ringing out from their core as they looked desperately at Pariah. “Tell me what it was like.”

Pariah sighed. He may have his doubts about why Clockwork had come to him now but he knew his sibling was genuine in their curiosity. Scooting closer to the young ghost Pariah stared out into the sprawling sky above them.

“You were not born yet, none of the others were. Only the Entium and I existed at the beginning. They were powerful, more powerful than me and vast beyond comprehension. It was… inspiring to be in their presence.” Pariah paused, looking briefly at Clockwork to ensure the other was listening. Clockwork had yet to look up from where they had shifted attention to their lap but the time ghost was clearly paying attention. He supposed that would be enough. “But you know what I am, Power must take and Ens Entium was all that was available to consume.”

He remembered those early days, trapped in an expanding darkness with nothing to latch onto. The Entium had been boundless and Pariah had felt his own domain quiver against the might of the First Ancient. That had been his first taste of Power and it wasn’t his own. It had felt like a mockery at the time, that another had overshadowed him in his own domain when Pariah had only just come into existence.

It had enraged him.

“I had hoped to eat them, consume that power for my own. But I was not strong enough to contain such energy and neither were any of you.” When he had killed his first sibling Pariah had never expected such a backlash. His strike against Entium, drawing the first blood ever to be spilled, shook the very foundation of reality. He had hoped to strike their core, to rip it from his sibling and eat that Power. Instead he was met with the howl of the universe as Entium churned and clawed, finally taking shape after an eternity of darkness. It made him afraid and Pariah’s fear and hope for power had birthed his first sibling, Nocturne crawling from the remnants of Ens Entium’s now shattered form. Together they watched the burning of their sibling, Entium shattering further and their power spreading across the universe. It was that churning that brought about another sibling, Clockwork wailing in the blood of the Entium as the first moment of Time began.

“Entium broke and I stabbed into their core and took 2 shards for myself. You all gathered your own pieces and the others scattered.” Pariah looked carefully at his hand, where the Ring of Rage would have been. He’d fashioned his shards of Ens Entium’s shattered core into items of power, items that would make his control of the emerging space left behind by the death of the first ancient much easier.

“I… recall.” Clockwork clutched their timestaff close, their own shard of Ens Entium’s shattered core housed inside the item. It had felt like a gift at the time, something to know their sibling by.

“Then why do ask me this Clockwork? Must we rehash old wounds?” Pariah sighed, mind returning to the present as he looked at his sibling. “Or have you come to your senses finally? Do you all understand what a danger Ens Entium is now and why we must rule with an iron fist?”

He was getting angry, he knew that. Why had Clockwork opened this scar? The death of their sibling had been necessary but it had painted Pariah as little more than a hungry monster in the eyes of the other Ancients. Nocturne and Clockwork understood to some extent why he had done it, the three of them bearing identical scars from the Entium’s death echo, but they still hadn’t lived under the Entium’s weight for that endless amount of time. The newer Ancients had always looked upon him warily, knowing him as nothing more than the Tyrant King who killed Space. And Clockwork had brought that all rushing back to the surface and Pariah wanted to scream.

“Did it hurt?” Clockwork nearly sobbed, finally turning their gaze to Pariah and it was desperate, like a cornered animal that knew it could not hope to win the upcoming fight. Pariah softened immediately, always holding a soft spot for the one sibling who had trusted him implicitly.

“Immensely.” It had burned to kill Ens Entium. But he would accept that burning again if necessary. That had to be the reason Clockwork was here, rehashing such old wounds. Ens Entium had returned. “You must let me free to deal with Ens Entium once more.”

Clockwork shook their head fervently, wounded sound leaving them as the frost behind their eyes began to creep in once more.

“They are still scattered.” Clockwork shuddered, a chill sweeping through them. They reached for Pariah’s hand, turning it over and calming at the warmth that radiated from their brother. It was enough to push back the chill in their core and push out the real reason they had come here. “Daniel’s coronation was today, the first halfa to take the throne.”

“No.” Pariah could feel his core thrum in his ears. He must have misheard. He must have.

They didn’t put a halfa on the throne.

“Ens Entium and Ens Reale, two made one. I saw it, in a vision from outside of my sight.” Shame colored Clockwork’s face as they looked at their brother. They knew what Pariah must think of them, of their choice to back the half-breed that none of them could see properly. They had been optimistic that such clouded sight meant Daniel was destined for great things, things far greater than even Clockwork could know. But Pariah had seen something different, saw a depth that none of the other Ancients had taken seriously. Surely Pariah was paranoid, still traumatized by the mark Ens Entium left behind.

Now they would pay the cost for their foolishness.

“We cannot hope to stop this.” Clockwork leaned against Pariah, taking some comfort in their brother’s presence for the first time in centuries.

“You may not, but I will not sit idly by and let your foolish decisions jeopardize us all! Your faction has made their choice and this is the result. It is time I took action.” Pariah spoke with authority, form shifting into the one he had worn nearly an eternity ago in the darkness. The form of Power, more concept than king and exuding a level of control that ensured something would happen.

“I’m sorry to have asked this of you.” Clockwork felt a final chime echo from their core before they were back in Pariah’s Keep and out of the Sarcophagus. They had awoken a beast, a second one that could hopefully deal with the first beast they had created. For as much as they loved Daniel the universe could not handle Ens Entium and Ens Reale existing at the same time. Daniel’s ascension had already begun but Pariah may be able to do something about it.

For ill or for gain Power would strike again.

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Vlad absolutely hated being in the office during the fourth quarter of the year. There was always a rush of paperwork, purchases, approvals, and meeting that should have been emails. He could feel the migraine that had been building all morning finally catch up with him and wanted to scream bloody murder. It wasn’t even lunch yet.

Pressure spread across his forehead and Vlad groaned, leaning back into his chair and ignoring the concerned look his secretary sent him. The pain in his head had spiked suddenly, going from a painful if not uncommon migraine to searing heat behind his eyes in a blink. His vision blurred, a warm haze spreading across his sight and too late Vlad realized this was no normal migraine as his core spiked alongside his head.

Weakly he tried to push himself up only to feel his limbs give out beneath him.

Something was very wrong.

He could hear his secretary, Olivia, saying something just out range but he was too tired to make it out. He was melting practically and his vision going from fuzzy to spotted black quickly.

Before he passed out entirely he heard a familiar voice speak, far clearer than the muffled sounds around him.

“Oh, you’ll do perfectly.”

[timelessdp]

Orion

[little-pondhead]

Brain: hey wouldn’t it be funny to be fixated on Space!Danny forever and ever?? Cause that’s what’s happening :D

[bubblefine]

you're barking up the wrong tree there dude. or, haunting up the wrong apartment imao

this was obviously inspired by this post by the awesome account of @nicktoons-unite-incorrect-quotes !

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [15]

Danny accepts that because of his half dead status he won't be able to become an astronaut and he has to find a different way to feed his space obsession.

He decides to get really into astromancy (yes, the magic. He already knows everything about astronomy). He gets himself the more spiritual star charts, old surprisingly authentic tomes about the art and divination cards to go with it all and gets to learning.

Tbh he kind of went into this not expecting much but it turns out he had homo magus heritage from his Nightingale roots and he actually manages to call upon the power of the stars.

He figures he can blame the vaporized wall on ghosts.

Meanwhile, a foreboding feeling like cold shivers run down the spines of several magic users that they can only describe as "a child having figured out they need to switch off the safety on their mini nuke launcher in order to fire it"

The JLD is scrambling to locate the source of the surge in magic power before someone with bad intentions can get there.

[p0ssym1lker]

Danny and the Riddler getting on like a house on fire because Danny is used to helping ghosts with their obsession and the Riddler gets enrichment time

Like, Danny answers riddles but he makes a show out of thinking about them out loud and taking his time and appreciating the riddle

Which is very different from the people either doing it out of fear, being done with him or super quickly

[ghostbsuter]

"You're an ancient." Zatanna breaths out, watching as Phantom's hair grew into a startling black, tiny stars being born and the comets flying.

"I am."

Breaking from her shock, she shakes her head. "You show mercy. Not many gods of their home do so."

Phantom agrees with her. "Not many of these gods have been born human before."

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #4

Danny was one of the people hired to design/build the Watchtower. He got attached to it during this time and the space station is now considered as a part of his haunt.

This is the JLD's first time on the Watchtower, they IMMEDIATLY know what's up.

LJD: did you take a supernatural entities property or something?

LD: what? No! The lights are just like that :)

Danny, still employed on the Watchtower: Space go brrr

[spookberry]

"i kissed a girl once when i was 12" is kind of a losing response anyways

[dat1angel]

DPxDC Let Danny Be an Astronaut Dammit!

Every dpxdc fic and their mother has Danny not be able to be an astronaut because of his accident. Well I say NO!

LET THE BOY LIVE HIS DREAMS!!

We're talking DC, where meta humans are just a thing that exists. People have extraordinary powers and that's normal. NASA would totally have a specialized space program for metas who's abilities make them particularly desirable for outer atmospheric conditions!

Oh? What's that? You're a meta and your ability make you impervious to extreme temperatures? That would be super helpful in the freezing vacuum of space! Your ability makes you less sensitive to negative effects from g-forces and changes in gravitational pull? You can spend so much more time out of atmosphere without negative consequences!

NASA would love the opportunities opened up by these individuals and their specialized abilities. Give them Danny? They would be frothing at the goddamn mouth.

Doesn't need to breath, impervious to cold temperatures, can fly, so much more, and, if we go space core Danny, doesn’t need rations because he can get sustenance straight from the stars? He's everything they've ever wanted! Who cares if his vitals are fucky? They're normal for him! And once they have record of what his normal values are? No issue! In my vet classes we learn that you wouldn't treat a cat the same way as a bird because they have different needs and normal values. Well it's the same for humans and metas! I don't think Danny's different biology would be as big of an issue as a lot of fics make it out to be.

[tired-chaos]

Don’t imagine Danny who just realized why he feels unfulfilled by saving Amity.

Don’t imagine him trying to psych himself up into telling Jazz, Sam, and Tucker.

Don’t imagine him getting the news that he’s the ghost king

Don’t imagine him realizing that he can’t explore the stars because the weight of that crown falls heavily on his shoulders.

Don’t imagine how heartbroken he would be every night that he was too exhausted to watch the stars.

But imagine the usual circumstances of the Justice League summoning the Ghost King, something about Darkseid.

Imagine how they would’ve been prepared to give souls to Pariah Dark only to see a sickly child ghost, in both senses of the word, in the summoning circle.

(Obsession neglect is the same as starvation for a ghost, after all.)

Imagine him being terrified that the Justice League found out about Dan only to realize that he’s needed to save the day. Again.

Imagine him realizing he’s in space and demanding that he gets to spend time there in exchange.

(Jazz had to drill self advocacy into him at some point.)

Imagine this tiny child, one that Dark swears is the King and millennias old, easily defeating Darkseid on his own because Darkseid is alive, and could never compare to Pariah or Dan.

Imagine the Justice League occasionally seeing this dead child floating outside the watchtower, occasionally doing outside repairs without being asked to.

Imagine the Justice League watching this child slowly get healthier everytime that he shows up to exist in the stars.

Maybe one day, they’ll even get to give him flowers, since Zatanna said that it’s a Ghost Culture Thing, and they want to be hospitable to this world endingly powerful royal.

Imagine how surprised Danny would be. He might even let it slip that he was never mourned, that no one noticed he died except the ones there to see it.

Imagine how heartbroken the leaguers would be, especially Bruce because his own kids have died and he couldn’t imagine them being unmourned.

Maybe, just maybe, imagine Danny getting a grave right beside Jason’s, with stars engraved on the tombstone.

Imagine how relieved Danny would be.

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Aurora Borealis Crown has been haunting my thoughts…..

RedBubble Link

[icedghostlatte-art]

Master of Space? A little Cosmic Boy???

[savanir]

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.

[bet-on-me-13]

The Ambassador

So! It was finally happening. After Years of Pleading with the Guardians and other Ruling Bodies of the Galactic Community, the Justice League had finally gotten then to agree to create an Alliance with Earth.

With an Alliance, Earth would gain the Protection of Multiple Empires and The Guardians, which would mean an end to the Constant Alien Invasions they faced. There was also the legal opening of Trade Routes between Planets to exchange Technology and Resources on the Galactic Scale.

Of course Earth would return the Favor, legally being able to defend it's Allies with its unusually large population if Superheroes and quickly advancing Tech, while also trading Tech and Resources between Planets.

Of course the battle was not entirely won yet.

They still needed to begin Negotiations to see if both sides would even agree to the Alliance in the First Place, as well as decide on the specifics of the Treaty. The United Nation's would decide on Ambassadors to represent the different countries, while the different Alien Governments would send an Ambassador Each.

When the Ambassadors arrived, they asked to be introduced to the Representatives of the Planet. Except, they claimed that there was a missing Member.

They claimed that there was one more Major Kingdom on the Planet, the most Powerful One, which they felt must be at the Negotiations.

When asked who this missing Ambassador was, they simply replied, "King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, he and a Shard of his Kingdom reside on this Planet, do they not?"

Now they are working around the clock to find this missing Kingdom, because the Alien Ambassadors refused to negotiate without the most powerful Kingdom at the Table, and they woud not wait forever.

Just who was this "King Phantom", and why had he not revealed himself yet?

...

Sam and Tucker sat on the Couch in their apartment, staring at the TV as the Chosen Representatives for America finished their Speech. Apparently the Peace Talks had been put on Hold for a few more days as they did some last minute preparations. Something about making their Guests more comfortable before they began discussing politics.

"Hey Danny, they're delaying the Negotiations for a few more days." Sam called over to the Kitchen.

"Aw, what?!" Shouted Danny from the Kitchen, sounding extremely disappointed, "I just finished making all the Popcorn!"

"I know Honey, its too bad." Tucker comforted his Partner, "Let's marathon Star Trek instead, how about that?"

Danny slumped out of kitchen and into the Couch between them, steaming bowl of Popcorn in his Lap, "I guess. We can make good use of all this popcorn at least."

Sam patted him on the arm, "Hey it's okay, the Talks will just take a few more days."

Danny shrugged, "Yeah, you're right. Man, what I wouldn't give to be in that Room."