#this crossover writes itself

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Gomez: My wife is a Goddess of Death, Beauty, War, and Ecstasy, and I shall always endeavor to worship her as such. Her wants are my needs. Her whims are my air

Hannibal: My Will is like a god. Awe inspiring and full of righteous fury. I do not know who is influencing who any longer. I do not know if it matters anymore. I will only accept death if it comes from him. Any death he gives me would be a gift.

Gomez: Dr.Lecter, I believe we shall be great friends

[sleepymarmot]

This is obviously supposed to refer to you being the Vestige and, more specifically, your role as Hermaeus Mora's proxy — Saresea starts calling you "proxy" immediately after taking a look at your timeline.

But I was playing as Jarcanist, and her saying this to the former Archivist is wild. How far did she see, exactly? Is she only talking about him arriving on Tamriel, recreated to fit into this universe? Or did she see into another world entirely, and glimpsed the creation of an avatar by that world's counterparts of Mora and Mephala?

What a coincidence! The same thing happened to the person you're talking to!

[zhelin-thames]

So after "test mission" [Villains + BatFam Chaos]

[Riddler's Lair]

Riddler: Riddle me this, ghost boy— Danny: [interrupting] The answer’s “I don’t care.” Riddler: [spluttering] You didn’t even let me finish! Tim: He does that.

[Joker Tries to Kidnap Danny]

Joker: [grabbing Danny] Now you’re mine, little ghost! Danny: [phases out of his grasp] Nope. Joker: What the—?! Jason: [grinning] Yeah, good luck with that one, Clown.

[BatFam Debrief]

Bruce: You’re reckless. Danny: You’re broody. Bruce: You don’t follow orders. Danny: Neither does Jason. Jason: [smirking] He’s got a point.

[Later, at Wayne Manor]

Danny: [chilling on the couch with Damian] So, does your dad always glare like that? Damian: Always. Danny: And you’re just… okay with it? Damian: You get used to it. Danny: [smirking] I’m just gonna keep floating till he stops.

Masterpost

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[fisherrprince]

I’ve been possessed. If anyone wants to know where Edgeworth is, he’s been watching kamen yaiba with the detective boys for 4 hours

[bluerosefox]

Hmmmm... This one and this one I guess -digs through old AU/Prompts ideas and starts tossing them into a melting pot to make something new-

Royal errors, maybe Ghost King (Or just very powerful and respected by the Infinite Realms) Danny, AND deaged Dan and Ellie. With half-sibling Damian.

Talia is a woman with many, many secrets, this is a cold hard fact.

She has so many secrets its no wonder not a single living soul knows them all...

So when seventeen, almost eighteen, Damian really shouldn't had been surprised (he was though) when out of the blue he gets a call from an unknown number that somehow bypasses his firewalls against unknown numbers about his apparent five year old half-sister and brother Helen 'Ellie' Fenton and Dante 'Dan' Fenton.

That their father, Daniel Fenton was taken (by a shady should had been disbanded government agency) and they couldn't get a hold of their mother Talia at all (she was in a middle of stopping a coup happening, a rival assassin group, AND some idiots trying to revive Ra's at the same time, thus radio silent). About how Ellie and Dan were in danger of being taken as well but they needed to put in them a safe place so they could go rescue Danny before word gets out to... well lets just say some very POWERFUL beings weren't going to be happy and they are working on very limited time to get him back.

Jasmine Fenton tells him she knows he had no clue about his mother being with her brother and having kids with him, its something she and Talia often got into small arguments about but try not to bring it up to often around Danny, Dan, or Ellie, and that his relationship with her is often... rocky but she begs him to please watch over them while she, and her brother's best friends go a rescue mission for him.

That they were two very scared five year olds that had to watch their father be taken away after he barely managed to get them to safety and that Damian was the only one she could think of being able to watch over and least protect them at this serious moment.

Damian, and the rest of the family, are stunned silent when Jasmine finishes explaining, her voice on the verge of breaking and no doubt she was trying so hard not to sob.

[ghostbsuter]

John Constantine was in prison.

No, not a normal, mortal prison. Those wouldn't be able to hold him like this one does.

No, he's imprisoned in the Infinity Realm.

The warden of the establishment is Walker, someone whose blood sings Witch Hunter.

If that wasn't bad enough, with every second, it gets worse. Angels decided to interfere in a realm not in possession of their God.

Who's idea was it to go against the Infintiy Realm? Are they nuts?

"John Constantine," One of the messangers steps forward. There is no weapon in sight, yet.

"Under the scrutiny of Heaven, we were sent to retrieve you for a trial." Their voice clipped, blond hair shimmering a soft green and John is sweating buckets.

"Your deals with various demon folk and such shall be judged unter gods court and—"

A loud bang echoes through the hall, Walker's men are surrounding the beings of heaven and particular brave soul steps forward.

The lad is young, can't be older than Bat's Robin. He walks with an air of authority, white hair floating against gravity's rules and towering before the flock of messangers.

"How dare—"

The boy, the godling– growls.

He blocks their view of Constantine, staring them down.

Some of the angels fall back, wings arched and ready for a fight, weapons still not in sight however.

"I am Phantom, King of God's of the Infinity Realm." The child with a title too much for such small shoulders bear, introduces himself.

It sends the flock into mild panic. Constantine is just a bit satisfied at the change.

"Returns to your god and tell him this, every Constantine bearing the title Laughing Magician is under my protection."

For such a small stature, his voice is booming, the command thinly veiled as a threat and icicles forming around him.

"Tell him that if he ever dares to breach my territory once more, I will not hesitate to call war upon heaven."

The main angel of the flock, the one that had read out Constantines sentence, hesitated only for a moment before urging the others to leave.

Posture stiff and movements jerky.

They didn't expect to be told off like this, John muses.

He only slightly dreads when phantoms attention drifts to him finally, a light knock on the metal bars and the whole wall was gone.

"Follow me, John Constantine."

And John does.

He'll sweet talk himself out of this on the way to his doom. Like always.

—

("Unpopular belief, but I actually quite like you." Danny had stated once in the garden, sitting on a table and drinking tea. John hadn't touched his cup nor desert at all, cannot trust those of the infinite after all.)

(A rip into the green before them had created a portal, a gateway.

"Leave, Laughing Magician. Hold onto that necklace, it will ward off anyone with the intent to harm and deals as a warning to those working for the immortal."

And as John steps forward, his eyes meet toxic green.

"We will see one another again, sooner or later. Farewell, Jester."

The portal spat him out in his apartment in New York, if it wasn't for the protection charm, Constantine would have believed it to be a mere dream. A warning.)

[tortoise-bearing-cups]

So I came across a fic with skeptic Tim Drake who doesn't believe in ghosts, and it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't seen a single DPxDC fic that mentions Secret. Tim has a teammate who's a ghost girl who YJ saved from government experimentation, whose origin story is that she was electrocuted to death by her brother.

It's free real estate.

[silentwalrus1]

The Snipers reader bias is so funny. Comment after comment will drag a wizard for every generic, minor misjudgement, but that time Ed was totally hyped to set off an EMP he admitted would probably have blown something up, who knows how big or dangerous, everyone went aww poor baby wrecking ball, cruel and mean they aren't letting you knock down more buildings :( the secret to a successful coup is to have fun and be yourself, but you're being unjustly limited :((( maybe a threesome would fix this

(I'm not criticizing, it just gave me a laugh reading them)

Don’t you understand we have to kill 15 year old Hermione for daring to exist near Roy Mustang

[goodfish-bowl]

Places to Be

Masterpost

DP Crossover Angst Week Day 2 - Post Nasty Burger Explosion

Summary: He had done everything he could, sent from the future, then back to the present, all to stop his future evil self. But in the end, Danny's loved ones died in the explosion anyway, and now he had nowhere to go. So he goes to Clockwork.

Notes: I ended up completely starting from scratch for this around 11 pm, after getting 1,000 words into my first idea, but this is the result of take 2. I like it a lot better actually. Not technically a crossover, but you'll see where I'm going with this.

Word Count: 878

AO3 Link

Danny had curled up on the ground of Clockwork’s tower, unwilling to move. He would be fine with never moving again, at the moment. He didn’t want to do or move ever again. 

The energy from the Ghost Zone seeped into him, slowly fixing his wounds from the aftermath of the explosion, completely against his will. Danny really wished it wouldn’t. He didn’t want them to heal. He had refused to let them heal throughout the entire process of the funerals, the pain the only thing keeping him at least somewhat grounded. But now in the Zone, avoiding both Vlad and CPS, Danny wasn’t allowed to keep them any longer. 

“Daniel, you understand that you cannot stay here?” Clockwork spoke up. 

Danny grumbled into his knees. 

“It is not by my will that you must leave, but this place is equally unsafe for you.” 

Danny mumbled irritably again, not bothering to speak up.  

“I cannot protect you as I wish here, even if I’m capable of it. The Observants will not allow you to stay here, especially after recent events.”

“Then where am I supposed to go!?” Danny shouted, snapping his head up. “I don’t have anywhere else! I can’t go home! I can’t stay here! I sure as hell can’t go to Vlad!” 

The Master of Time merely glanced at Danny, and he felt his temper light up. Did he even care?! It was practically the time ghost’s fault he was like this.

“First you send assassins after me! Then you send me into the future, where I witnessed the most horrible version of myself in existence, then back to the past, where everyone I cared about died anyway. I can’t go to Vlad because he’s the reason I go berserk in that timeline! And now you tell me I can’t possibly stay here because it’s not safe either! Tell me! What do I do now that I have nothing left!?” 

Clockwork simply turned around and leveled a look at Danny he couldn’t possibly figure out. It hurt either way.  

�� Please! ” Danny cried out. 

“What is it you want?” 

The question hit Danny like a brick to the face. He had just said what he wanted, hadn’t he? But that really wasn’t what he wanted, was it?

“You know I cannot give you what it is you desire.”

Danny crumpled in on himself, eyes blurring out. He wanted to go home. But home was FentonWorks. It was his parents. It was Jazz. It was his two best friends in the entire world, the only people who had been with him through thick and thin. But home was gone.  

“Then, please. Please, just tell me where I’m supposed to go,” Danny begged.  

Clockwork approached, leaning down and placing a thick-gloved hand on Danny’s shoulder. It was heavy. Clockwork was close, so close that Danny could even catch his own reflection in the glass of the clockcase in his chest. He looked terrible. 

“Daniel,” Clockwork began, his voice perfectly even. “These things you want are gone. Thus is the way things are, and the way things must be. All beings, both of the Realms and the mortal planes will end eventually. It is inescapable. But as all things must go, new things will arise and take their place.”

“Daniel James Fenton,” Clockwork said, as if his name could possibly have the kind of weight he gave it. “You are beloved .”

Danny looked up, not expecting those words, meeting Clockwork’s eyes, which held no room for doubt. 

“You are beloved. Both by those in your past, and by those who you have yet to meet. You are beloved by the very Infinite Realms herself and always shall be. That is one thing that cannot and will not change. But the Realms are not where you need to be at this moment. There are many things you have yet to learn, and many things you must learn before you return, or reality itself will be lesser for it.”

Danny didn’t understand. Clockwork made him seem so important, but he was no one. Just an orphaned kid who didn’t know how to die. He couldn’t possibly be as important as Clockwork made him seem. 

“You are beloved by the Realms herself, and this will come to be a terrible burden upon you. So for now, you must go, and not return,” Clockwork emphasized. 

“But where? ” Danny asked once again, sounding like a broken record in more ways than one. 

“You must go somewhere that will teach you the things you must learn.”

“And where is that?” 

“Somewhere very, very far away.” 

Danny frowned. “How do I get there?” 

Clockwork took a step back, and with his staff, opened a portal. It wasn’t the bright green Danny had come to associate with the Ghost Zone’s natural portals, nor the bright blue of Clockwork’s own. It couldn’t decide to select a color to be, and ended up burning into his eyes as a blinding white. 

Danny looked between Clockwork and the portal, and slowly dragged himself to his feet. His legs were barely able to support him. 

“Will I ever see any of them again?” Danny finally brought himself to ask. 

Clockwork expressions softened the slightest amount. 

“No.”

And Danny stepped through the portal. 

[geekeryisafoot]

I possess a brain today so I can finally actually describe why these are the same to me. They have the exact same starting plot (oh no someone scienced horrific mindless vampires that keep killing people! We must science back at them!) AND the same core appeal (vampires queer and hot. Yay fade to black sex scenes!)

[sammys-magical-au]

“No one’s posted anything new in this tag for a week, the fandom is dead 😔” bbgirl if you saw how old some of the fandoms I still adore are you’d choke on your spit

[skitskatdacat63]

This is my personal crossover event of the century

[lilianhuas]

(Shen Nuo!) “What’s the difference between me and Lianhua? (Nà wǒ hé liánhuā yǒu hé bùtóng)”

[phantompages]

I've been reading a lot of MP100 x MHA fics and looking at prompts and I'm absolutely in love with the idea of Quirkless Reigen faking having a quirk, maybe even running his own (not exactly legal) "hero agency" in Seasoning City and getting the most powerful sidekicks and interns possible despite being relatively unknown as a hero (also not exactly legally one). His "agency" is more focused on just helping people with whatever issues they may have be it spiritual, Quirk-related, or otherwise really.

I just think it would be interesting if maybe, one of the kids he knows (maybe Teru, even) placed really high on the UA Sports Festival and ended up dragging along other characters to Spirits and Such because that's where he ends up interning. Others are like, surely the Hero who managed to get Hanazawa to intern at his agency is super powerful and knowledgeable right? Right??

What they end up with is a sweaty man in a cheap suit (is that supposed to be his hero costume??) claiming his Quirk to be so powerful and out of this world he can't use it for most situations lest he destroy the city block or something, who gives them much needed life counseling and lectures and takes them out to help citizens with the most mundane things under the guise of "evil spirits" or "villainous plots".

He has maybe two, three employees there, though they don't have many work hours anymore, they do pop in sometimes and help the interns learn about the job, the paperwork and attitude and helping others. And thus they learn the power of customer service that it isn't big flashy fights or being super popular that makes a hero, its just being a good person and helping others.

[headfullof-ideas]

Doing a separate post for the tags i added at the end of my last one about Mildew. I also need to fix some of Stoick’s lines, because at first I didn’t have much of a plan for him, but after outlining the story more and winging some later scenes, I’ve built a character arc for him, and also fleshed out more of his opinions and views on the raids as Chief of one of the tribes most affected by them. And after re-reading some chapters to figure out where to shove Mildew and his complaining in, I realized some lines might be a bit more antagonistic than they need to be, or entirely out of character for the character i have planned. I think I’ll write a character study for him after I’ve finished writing and posting the first film, about the character I’ve written for my story, and his mindset on everything and why he’s the way he is at the start of the story. But I need to fix some of his lines as they don’t exactly fit the character I’ve been building now