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So ive been watching Lucifer (TV) lately and the system for how people go to hell has been really pissing me off (for those who dont know its based off of feeling guilt so if you feel guilty about something you go to hell)
Like it just makes no sense. good people feel guilty all the time! Nearly everyone feels guilty for something whether its their fault or not. Is there a threshold for guilt? what about horrible people who don't feel guilty about the stuff they've done?
It is to my understanding that Lucifer hates the system as well.
Imagine a good person being forced to steal. They are just that down on their luck. They hate it. They hate themselves for it. They feel guilt for it.
That is merely one example for it. Take a look at Charlotte Richardson. An amazing lawyer who ended up in hell due to how she felt about helping criminals avoid jail but she still did it for the money and the connections.
I can't remember just who exactly set up the system. Was it God? Or did he let nature run its course? Did He choose to use such a flawed system or did he simply decide to let Heaven and Hell decide with the occasional intervention here and there concerning monsters of Hitler's caliber?
the funniest part about danny phantom is that the entirety of the ghost zone somehow decides they have beef with this one 14 year old from illinois in particular. like why donât you have beef with something that makes sense. like the irs. or the church. like you have all of these cool powers for what? picking fights with teenagers? lame. get a hobby.
Danny Phantom just gets wilder the more you know about it, really.
first of all i gotta say that it's not actually canon that he's from Illinois. the show is just "generic American small city" for his hometown and the fandom took context cues from other parts of the show and decided "Fuck it Illinois makes sense" and just kept that.
But I guarantee you, nothing about the show makes sense when you look at it too closely so take everything with a grain of salt. Yes I'm looking at you, Timeline.
the teenager in question is also kind of a ghost, hence part of the reason why the other ghosts are picking fights with him. He arguably picks a bunch of the fights himself.
it's not just the entirety of the Ghost Zone that get put into the antagonist role in the show either. Danny's other antagonists include:
A literal billionaire (who is also a ghost) (and gets himself elected mayor)
his parents (literally ghost hunters. who also fight the ghosts.)
a circus ringmaster with mind control and reality bending artifacts
Classmates at school who bully Danny
the closest thing we get to an adult who is on Danny's side is Mr. Lancer, who also supports the school bullies
the ghost who impersonated a school counselor and was literally in the role of Danny's therapist for a bit that one episode
A U.S. government agency
a girl he dates was actually being controlled by a dragon ghost and didn't actually want to date him. Have fun with that fallout kid.
the girl he dates for a bit who *wanted* to date him also shows up in costume to shoot him on sight.
his clone shows up and is supposed to be his enemy. he adopts her instead. yes those pronouns are all correct.
she's not really an antagonist but one of his best friends arguably kills him twice. once very much on purpose.
his other best friend and whatever happened in King Tuck.
like it's not enough that this show puts Danny (and friends) against the regular ghosts and the God-Like Being level ghosts and the literal Ghost Tyrant King guy
he can't even catch a break at home either
kid's literally surrounded by people deliberately or accidentally making his life harder, there are no safe Adults, there are barely any safe friends, and he is fourteen and half dead.
and his parents canonically want to rip his alter-ego apart "molecule by molecule" i am not kidding with that one.
Like they made us a sandbox of a Nickelodeon cartoon and just half assed it by grabbing a bunch of two-by-fours, nailing them together... and then sticking them on the beach.
and then people still get mad when the fandom shows up to build sandcastles and dig to china. Yeah, we know they didn't make it That Deep on purpose.
But we're here with the good Tonka Toys anyway and ready to dig.
This post just slapped me in the face (again) with the fact that Danny is just, never safe.
He's never safe.
Home, school, the zone, hanging out with friends, walking down the street, in anotger state; there is nowhere for Danny to go and be safe.
Most ghosts he's met (pretty sure everyone but Frostbite and Pandora), his parents, his friends, Vlad, Jazz; there is almost no one who has not at least once been his enemy.
Can you imagine living like that? At any moment of any day, anywhere he is anyone; even one or both of his best friends, his sister, his mom and dad; anyone could turn around and suddenly become someone he has to fight.
Danny has to be living his life in a perpetual state of adrenaline response. Every waking moment must be spent on a hairpin trigger, ready to fight at the first sign of danger. Can you imagine how much that is going to fuck you up?
My man is struggling and any fics that feature PTSD, cptsd, anxiety, paranoia, or just general mental breakdown? 1000% justified. Canon compliant. More canon than Phantom Planet. (Especially since AGIT retcon'd that trash)
Y'know that common thing where we make Danny have a slower heart rate because ghost boi?
So, that's supposed to be true. As a halfa he should have a steady heart rate around 20bpm in both forms. And originally that was true after his body settled into its new healthy after the accident. But by the time anyone team Phantom thinks to actually check that stuff just in case, Danny is already Stressed⢠24/7, so they inaccurately judge his baselines to be in perfectly normal human ranges. Like, 70bpm at rest and 120 immediately after ghost fights.
And since consistently having your heart beat at 50-100bpm above what it should is, mm, not good for the organ... Danny has actually been experiencing frequent cardiac events and just not noticing it because it seems like it's all just his new normal and his ghostliness keeps him alive (enough) and lets him recover.
incredibly pleased that everyone is following the instructions i forgot to give and reblogging to explain their choice in the tags đ more of that please i want to know about your ocs and also i love you
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Holy shit yes. I even have a fanfic idea which hints at this where Danny got called a monster so many times that he just blanked out and his body turned into a monster and rampaged like one.
if you are a madatobi enjoyer and still new to the fandom i suggest you to check ao3 fic that posted around 2020-2022, it was truly golden age of mdtb all the works are fun and different from each otherđ¤
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71321946 and all works by the author
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66304636
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25099036
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18342065
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16270448 and all mdtb fic by the author
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20922023
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33822802 and all madatobi fic by the author
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25709962 and all mdtb fic by the author
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16934736
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35109250 and all tobi fic by the author
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25396210
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20070523
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1283444
all tobirama works by https://archiveofourown.org/users/GivemeanID/pseuds/GivemeanID (all ridiculously good!?!? my most fav are tobi and other second kages shenanigans, age regressed tobi, tobi adopting akatsuki but i love all the works, it will last you long because there's a LOT of reading materials from this author alone)
An AU in which a young adult Danny inherits a branch of FentonWorks located on Gotham, he does some work as a Ghost hunter, as Phantom, and as the illusive Ghost King.
Then one day he get an odd request; He, Daniel Fenton, is hired to protect the hero Phantom, himself, from the evil ghost king, also himself, at the request of the Justice League.
𤣠I fucking love you, anon. I would credit you if I could. I'm calling this: Fenton, King of the Scams
Due to length, I'm splitting this bad boi in two.
Danny got into the 'family business' mostly due to a lack of other options. Anywhere that would do blood or physical tests would spot he wasn't completely human pretty quick. But, despite working in FentonWorks, he gained a reputation both from ghosts and humans as an extremely fair arbitrator.
He won't destroy your property- unless absolutely necessary- but he WILL sit down with you and the ghost bothering you and figure it out. 90% of the time, the ghost just can't get to the GZ, or needs to talk to a friend/family member one last time. Sure, you're out $25/hour, but the problems are almost always solved without bloodshed.
He's even worked with Constantine a few times! Nobody knows why, but ghosts really seem to respect him. And the JL respects him as well.
News, however, moves slowly in some parts and quickly in others from one side of the veil to the other. The JL knows, now, the Ghost King is up and around permanently. (True)
They know that, historically, the GK is evil. (True- with Pariah. Most of the others were good. There's a reason the former kings kept their names, and Pariah's was changed to...well...Pariah)
And they know Pariah Dark hates mediums and living humans. (True!)
They do not, however, know that the Ghost King has changed; The King of the Damned, Lord of Screams is an unknown, although he does admit- having his Title reflect his ghostly wail means it's a little bit ominous.
Phantom, meanwhile, is known as a superhero- albeit a dead one. He works with the Bats, the JL, and YJL willingly.
No one has, as of yet, connected patient (albeit snarky), careful Danny Fenton with aggressive, often asshole-ish Phantom. Fewer still- outside of Amity Park- have connected Phantom to the Ghost King of the Damned. Or, more commonly in Amity Park- King Phantom.
Danny found this out on a normal Tuesday evening.
"Phantom!" Batman called, and the ghost stopped to hover nearby.
"Hey tall, dark, and furry! What's shakin'?"
Batman scowled. (Victory!) "Phantom, the Justice League has a long-term contract for you."
"Ooh! What is it?"
Batman handed him a folder. "Let me know tomorrow night- same time and place- if you can take it."
"You got it, bats! Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bugs bite!" He cackled as he flew away. "Dead bugs. Ooh that was a good one."
When he returned- not home, he knew there was a tracker (it had become somewhat of a game between him and the batfam. Loser bought BatBurgers)- he looked through it. And promptly laughed until he nearly cried.
-
The next day, he- as Fenton- went to the JL's Gotham station. "Hi, Leslie, I'd like to speak with- Batman probably isn't in yet. Constantine? Or someone involved on order 7 GH-1800B?"
The receptionist looked through- she couldn't see any details past level 2, but she could see who to direct him to for questions. "You're in luck, Danny! Batman, Constantine, Superman, Green Lantern, and Green Arrow are all on it. Superman's up top, just take the blue elevator and push the top floor button."
"Thanks!" It said something that he was here often enough to be friends with the staff. He'd never get over the beauty of space. Every time, as Fenton or Phantom, it took his breath away. The way the stars wheeled, the way he could hear them thanks to his obsession.
"Still beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. He jolted, then grinned apologetically at Superman.
"Sorry. I was supposed to be finding you, but- every time, it gets more beautiful."
He nodded. "I can understand that. How can I help you, Mr. Fenton?"
"Danny, please. I actually had some questions on this order protecting me from the Ghost King?"
"Sure. I know Phantom's not the most discrete hero," fair, but ouch, "but his power set is best able to combat ghosts."
"Oh, I know that- we worked together a lot, back in Illinois. I guess the question is- why from the Ghost King? The current one isn't bad. I'd say he's pretty good, myself."
Superman smiled a little pityingly. "I know you think the best of ghosts- and usually, you're right! But this guy- we've been looking at historical records, and he's a real piece of work."
"Oh, you mean Pariah Dark," he said, now understanding. Easy mistake.
-
"Exactly. So until we get a few ways to combat him, we'd like to keep our Ghost Expert safe and sound." An alarm blared before he could correct the Man of Steel. "I've got to go- just stay safe, ok, Danny?"
"But Pariah Dark is- aaand you're gone. Ok then."
Maybe it was time to come clean to the JL. Memories of being on a dissection table at a GIW base, turned in by someone he'd trusted, flooded him and he winced. Or he could make easy money protecting himself.
Yeah. That sounded good.
"Did you really have to drop the trackers in a pile of bat droppings at the zoo?"
"You found them! Hey, at least we know it works even if you're-"
"Phantom," he warned.
"In deep-"
"Don't."
"In deep shit."
Batman sighed heavily.
"I'll take it, by the way. I talked to Fenton, we worked together a lot, he's cool with it."
Batman rubbed his temples. "Thank you."
"Sure! Hey, can you even feel yourself through that material? Whoa, that came out wrong. I meant can you feel your head- oh, that's not better."
"Have a good night, Phantom."
"You too! Sorry for the innuendo! It'll probably happen again."
"At least you recognize that." Was that a smile? Double score!
---
"So how's this look?"
"Good, but do we really want to summon the Ghost King?"
"That's the only way we'll find out if this works- it's been months. We need to know if the weapons we've altered with hurt him."
The summoning began. It was a long, tedious affair; generally, if one knew a spirit's title, they could do a summoning in just a few minutes. But something like this? Constantine and Zantana agreed, it was some of their best work. The King wouldn't be able to escape this, and more importantly, would be unable to attack them.
After nearly half an hour, the two magic users plopped on the ground, sweating and exhausted. "Is...something supposed to be happening?" Asked the Flash.
"It didn't work. HOW didn't it work?!"
Superman cleared his throat. "Would it still work if you had the wrong name?"
Slowly, both magic users turned to him. "Explain," the magician hissed, and Constantine pulled out a cigarette.
Superman cleared his throat. "Well. What if Pariah Dark isn't a title, but a name?"
Constantine closed his eyes. "Fuck this. Alright, Supes, what happened?"
"Well- Mr. Fen- ah, Danny came by to ask about the order of protection. He said the Ghost King was an okay guy, and then asked if I 'meant Pariah Dark'. So would that affect it?"
Constantine rose, left the room, and screamed. After a moment, he returned. "Somebody call Fenton, please. We need a nap."
"And a beer!"
"Two beers. Each."
-
"Oh, hey, Wonder Woman. How are you doing? Did your curator friend find another haunted artifact?"
"Well, thank you. And yourself?"
"Pretty good, thanks!"
She smiled. "Good. She does have a few leads, but nothing solid yet. I was wondering if you could tell me about a few ghosts?"
He nodded. "Sure, sure. Want something to drink?"
"Whatever you're having is fine," she replied easily, and sat on his creaky old couch.
He sat across from her and passed over a mug of hot cocoa. "So, who can I tell you about?"
"Let's start with Pariah Dark."
He made a curious noise. "You know, Supes asked me about him a few days ago, but ran off before I could say anything. Are you looking for his powers, history, or?"
"Is Pariah Dark a name or a title?" She asked.
"Bit of both. He became king a few thousand years ago, but was just the worst. When he was stopped the first time, ghosts stopped using his real name, and replaced anything with his name on it with Pariah. Dark was his real last name, though."
She frowned. "The first time? He is no longer the King?"
"About...eh, a thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries, the Ancients got together and sealed him to stop him from destroying the world. Nobody could win head-on, though, so he was king in name. Then, a few years back, he was released, and decided to do the whole destroy the world thing again," he said.
"But the current King didn't want the world to be destroyed, so he, Phantom, and other ghosts held him at bay long enough for him to challenge and win in single combat, then become king. Like I told Superman, though, he's a good guy."
"And do you know this new King's name?"
Oh. Shit. "We're allies, and it's incredibly unwise to share information like that about him," although technically, they already knew it, "but I can tell you that he's known as the King of the Damned, and he's very human friendly, minus a few crazies."
There. They'd be able to summon him with an incomplete title, but bindings wouldn't work without at least part of his name and his full title. It was why beings like Clockwork went by 'Master of Time', or Clockwork instead of their true name.
Wonder Woman's gaze sharpened- she'd caught onto the half truth. Luckily for him, her emergency communicator beeped before she could get out her lasso. Hooo boy. Maybe he needed to lay low in the GZ for a bit.
-
"Phantom, where is Fenton? The person you were asked to guard?" Batman asked.
The other side of the communicator was silent. "Phantom, respond." Silence. Batman turned to Constantine. "Any luck?"
He shook his head. "Turns out he didn't give us a true name. I keep getting images of his female counterpart in Illinois or a weird thermos, most of the time," he said. He sighed deeply. "The rest of the time, there's a ghost way scarier than Phantom in a crown."
"It's my fault," the Amazonian princess said quietly. "I kept pressing about Pariah Dark and the new King. Fenton warned me sharing information about the current Ghost King was unwise- I should've known even speaking about him could get Fenton in trouble. And if Phantom swore to you to protect Fenton, well."
"Hey, you didn't know the guy had a werewolf with portal powers that would just kidnap him," the Flash offered. "Who could? It's nuts."
"I think we only have one choice," Superman said warily, "and I don't like it." Superman had an understandable nervousness of ghosts- they were one of the only things that could reliably harm him without kryptonite.
"Neither do I. But l'll see if Zatanna is free."
In the secretary's desk, who'd had to leave early a week ago and was still in the hospital, was a note from one Daniel J. Fenton. It said, in general, that he was sorry he had to leave abruptly, but he would be perfectly safe with Phantom as an honored guest at the Ghost King's court for the next month.
The interim receptionist incorrectly noted this as junk mail, or perhaps a bit of fanfiction, and let it alone.
-
There was a painful tug in Danny's gut, and he groaned. "My liege?" Fright Knight asked.
"My apologies, I'm being summoned to the mortal realm," he said, then cocked his head to the side. "As King, not Phantom. Hmm. I'll see you all as soon as I can."
"We understand," said Queen Dora, and Danny took his true form.
Phantom looked like a young man, albeit with white hair, big eyes- basically, as friendly as he could while still being taken seriously. His true form was a little more...eldritch. He didn't actually have feet like this, just a long, black tail. His entire body, really, was that of a massive black serpent made out of static- if serpents had four arms with sharp claws, if their coils randomply dissipated into green and black smoke before remaking, and-
Ok. He looked...nothing like a serpent. Danny did, however, have to admit, the black crown, burning in ectoplasmic fire that matched the curling green horns and solid green eyes did make a pretty cool accessory for summonings.
Danny liked summonings- sometimes. More accurately, he liked fucking with people. And this would be a perfect- wait, was that Constantine?
-
At first, John thought it another dud. Nothing appeared in the circle. "Is it just me, or is the temp dropping in here?" The Flash asked.
Batman grunted- as good a yes as they'd get.
"King of the Damned, you have been summoned to this place. Show yourself!"
Constantine, a moment later, wished he hadn't spoken. It was impossible to keep track of the monster before them- its' body kept shifting and changing. One moment, static. The next, a clear view of the milky way. The next, stars he'd never seen before and that no mortal was meant to.
"Y̡o̾u̜'̸l̸l̴ ̴f̴i̴n̸d̜ ̾i̜t̴ ̸e̴a̾s̴i̸e̡r̡ ̾t̸o̜ ̡f̡o̜c̴u̡s̡ ̜o̾n̴ ̸m̜y̾ ̸f̴a̸c̜e̜,̾" said the King, kindly enough. Superman covered his ears and winced.
He- it? Danny'd always referred to it as a he. He was right. Somehow, the massive, green glowing maw filled with giant teeth and solid, unblinking eyes below fiery white hair and massive horns was easier to focus on. He hurriedly looked away from the horns, which were changing shape and size as quick as the rest of him.
"Right. We're looking for a missing persons- two, actually," he said. "Do you know where Danny Fenton and the spirit known as Phantom are?"
Did he know- Danny couldn't help the laugh. "O̡f̴ ̴c̡o̜u̴r̡s̜e̾!̡ ̡T̴h̴e̸y̡ ̴l̾e̾f̸t̴ ̴a̜ ̴n̡o̡t̡e̜ ̸f̡o̾r̴ ̸y̾o̸u̸,̸ ̜r̜e̴m̡e̜m̾b̾e̸r̴?̜"
Batman spoke. "We received no notes."
The King frowned. "L̾e̜s̾l̡i̴e̸ ̡d̾i̸d̸n̜'̜t̜ ̡g̾e̜t̜ ̾i̸t̡ ̜t̡o̴ ̡y̴o̾u̴?̡ ̜F̜e̜n̜t̴o̴n̜ ̸s̾a̡i̜d̾ ̜h̸e̸ ̸l̴e̜f̡t̡ ̡i̸t̴ ̾w̴i̴t̾h̾ ̾a̜ ̸m̾o̡r̸t̴a̴l̾ ̡b̸y̾ ̜t̴h̸a̜t̡ ̾n̜a̾m̡e̴.̜" He tacked on the 'mortal' at the last moment. Man, it was hard to be yourself while playing like you weren't yourself, while acting like you knew yourself a little.
Flash jumped up, and less than a second later, cleared his throat sheepishly. "So, uh. Honored guests at your court?"
Danny has managed to convince the JL that The Ghost King (him), Phantom (also him), and Fenton (him again) are three different people. There's no way this could go wrong... right?
Constantine rubbed his temples. "Is there a proof of life or something?"
Danny tried to channel Vlad as best he could, and asked, sneering, "I̜n̡ ̸t̴h̜e̴ ̾m̸i̡d̜d̡l̡e̸ ̾o̴f̴ ̴t̾h̴e̴ ̴l̜a̸n̸d̡ ̴o̾f̸ ̸t̴h̴e̸ ̾d̸e̡a̾d̾?̸"
"That's fair," he agreed, and The Flash spluttered.
"Dude, we need one or both of them back ASAP, though."
"OĚľhĚ´?"
"Some dude named Plasmius is threatening to destroy the state of Ohio in exchange for owning the Green Bay Packers, and took Superman's son as a hostage."
"We can do that," Superman agreed, and Wonder Woman nodded solemnly. Batman frowned, but, seeing no current other options, agreed as well.
"Great. I'll just let you out of-"
Before Constantine or Zatanna could break the circle, Danny shredded through the arcane protections easily. "̡L̸e̾t̴ ̾m̡e̜ ̜g̜u̴e̾s̜s̴,̡ ̜h̴e̡'̸s̸ ̾i̡n̾ ̜t̜h̜e̜ ̡c̾a̸p̸i̡t̡a̜l̡ ̴b̸u̸i̸l̴d̜i̴n̴g̜ ̸i̡n̜ ̾O̸h̾i̴o̴?̸"̾
"Uh- yeah. Do you know where that is?"
Danny was invisible and speeding out into the atmosphere within seconds. Damnit Plasmius.
By the time the JL arrived, Plasmius was in the thermos (and snarling about the Packers), and Jon was asking approximately ten million questions.
He was able to safely deliver the little half-Kryptonian to a grateful Superman and happily let Batman handle the bomb issue. "Sweet, bro, that's poggers. What's his problem though?" Captain Marvel complimented.
Danny shrugged. "He's one of those assholes who thinks he's an alpha male while simping over m-Fenton's mom."
Shit. He didn't use the Ghost King voice. Hopefully, nobody noticed?
The other hero laughed and Danny took the opportunity to slip into the GZ again. He'd let Plasmius out after his parent's anniversary dinner next week.
-
Bzz! Bzz! Bzz! Bzz! Danny was forced to wait, awkwardly, between Vlad, his parents, and Jazz as his phone continually went off with missed calls and texts. Hilariously, his parents were under the impression he and Vlad had went for a 'Boys Weekend' to 'bond' and 'give them time alone'.
"We had such a great time, it was a very romantic weekend! Thank you again, Vlad!"
Huh. So it was possible to see somebody die a little on the inside. Behind their father, Jazz watched Vlad in utter fascination. "You're very welcome, Maddie, my dear. I'm always happy to help."
"We even made a day to go renew our vows! Shoulda been there, Vladdy, you could've been the best man, and had a second wedding!"
They split shortly after, leaving Vlad staring listlessly and unmoving at the woods. "Are you sure he's ok, Dann-o?"
"Yeah," he reassured his dad, "just super tired. He'll be fine."
He bit back a smile as he heard an outraged scream outside the range of human hearing, and pulled out his phone.
Danny: This is what you get for starting shit in Ohio
Vlad: Kill me again
Danny: đ¤ no, I don't think I will
-
"You're alive!"
Danny smiled at Leslie. "And better than ever! Just goes to prove, you and I aren't allowed vacations at the same time."
She laughed at him. "Oh my god, I thought Sharon was dying when I came back. She was all over me, hugging and crying. Apparently, she thought your note was BS."
He laughed as well. "Yeah, the Ghost King mentioned something along those lines. Did The Flash really raid your flavored popcorn stash?"
"You know it. All the caramel popcorn and most of the-" ding! "Oh! They're waiting for you, hon. Best head up."
"Thanks, Leslie! Catch you later!"
-
"You're not allowed to die, you're an honorary Batfam member!" Spoiler gushed, crushing him in her purple grip.
"Hey, I saw him first!" Nightwing argued, tugging him into his arms, and, oh turns out he was not over that little crush.
Smack! "Drop him, he deals with dead people all the time. Clearly, he's an honorary Red Hood gang member," Red Hood argued, and pointed out, "I'm still partially dead."
Red Robin laughed. "Bitch please, be real. He loves my coffee more. Who among you has been invited to his house? That's right, me."
"Why are they arguing over Fenton?" Robin asked, just as Black Bat decked Red Hood and and wrapped him in a hug.
"You're happier not knowing," Signal said dryly.
There was a whoosh and suddenly he was across the room. "Clearly, I'm the better choice," Kon argued. "I mean, just look at you, all squishy. I can take a lot of damage."
Wonder Woman entered the meeting room, clearly trying not to laugh. "Ladies, gentelmen, you're all pretty. I'm sure Daniel will be open to speaking with you privately later. We have a meeting."
"Besides, he's dating Phantom, right? I mean ghosts don't usually defy their own king for nobody," Constantine mentioned as he entered behind her.
"Oh, we're not dating. I'm single," he clarified, and added, "very single. In case anyone was serious about that."
Red Robin snickered. "I've got a boyfriend, but this is great. I'll assist whichever member of the Bat Family who pleases me most over the next few weeks."
Batman cleared his throat. "Perhaps," he suggested as he took a seat, "you could all table this discussion until our meeting is over?" It was not a suggestion, and Kon put him down.
"It's fine, I mean I'll clearly win anyways, so-"
He risked sitting next to Wonder Woman. "Hey, when did everyone start liking me romantically?" He hissed.
She leaned in. "I believe it was Superman's son who started the rumor you were being courted by the Ghost King. They're jealous."
"What? No, I'm not-" shit "he's not courting me. Or the other way around."
A raised eyebrow. Please let her blame that on 20-year-old hormones. Please. "You seem... disappointed. Are you interested in the Ghost King?"
"Oh my god, are you? How? I heard he has like 50 eyes and 10 mouths."
"Uh, no, Flash, he's just got the one set of eyes and the one mouth," Danny said with a jump as the speedster appeared next to him. "And no, I'm not dating or romantically interested in the Ghost King."
"It's fine if you are, you know," Constantine said, and Batman put his head in his hands as his team started to bicker once more. "Look, I dated King Shark for almost a year. It's the teeth, isn't it? Constant risk. I get it," he ended with a sage nod.
Danny flushed. "Nope. Not interested, sorry. We're just friends."
"Danny! You're alive!" Captain Marvel exclaimed as he entered, followed closely by Superman, who closed the door behind him.
"Hey, dude! Yeah, it was like a mini vacation, had tons of fun."
"Hey, is it true, what the King dude said about that Plasmius guy?" Marvel asked.
"Oh yeah. Totally obsessed with my mom." Too late, Danny realized he hadn't finished his sentence.
Wonder Woman frowned, but Superman cleared his throat before she could speak. "Danny, if you can, can you pass on my thanks to the Ghost King for me? I don't know how much he told you, but he saved my son when he was summoned."
Superman- THE Superman was thanking him. Well, not him, him, but still! "Absolutely, I'll let him know."
"Alright. We need to start this meeting," Batman said. "I won't kick anyone out, as long as you don't derail the conversation." This was said with a pointed look at his team, and several offended objections arose from them. "On the other hand, if you do, no patrol for a month."
Immediate silence.
đ¨ Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel: 1
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If this had been a cartoon, a lightbulb would've appeared over Wonder Woman's, Captain Marvel's, and Batman's heads. As it was, he wasn't nearly as lucky as to get clues.
That was when things started to get tricky.
đ¨ Batman: 1
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"Thanks, Phantom!"
"No problem!" He said to the superhero who was very much being a problem. "Let's kick some ass!"
"Yeah!" Kon agreed loudly, and-
"Can we maybe make it stronger by doing that, or at least increase defenses?" Constantine suggested.
Danny blinked. "I'm sorry, can you please repeat that?"
Danny: How do you make duplication look so EASY?!?!
Vlad: This is what you get for turning down my offer.
Danny: How does Ellie put up with you?
Vlad: Go away.
Red Robin narrowed his eyes.
đ¨ Constantine, Red Robin: 1
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"Phantom, can I ask why you're playing a game on Danny Fenton's phone?"
"No big, he let me borrow it."
đ¨ Batman: 2
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"Danny, can I talk to you for a few minutes?"
He opened the door to where, in true Fenton tradition, he both lived and worked. "Yeah, come on in, John. What's up?"
"Well, that demon we fought today- shit, kid, your arm!"
Oh no. "Oh, it looks worse than it is," he laughed. Please don't notice it's the same arm Phantom hurt, he prayed.
đ¨ Constantine: 2
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Wait. Had he been talking about that anime with Nightwing as Phantom or Fenton?
Phantom. Had to be. Otherwise, there'd be some sort of reaction. Right?
đ¨ Nightwing: 1. Red Robin, Batman: 2
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Danny wasn't invited to all the JL meetings- not even most of them. He was, after all, a civilian contractor, not a hero. Phantom, on the other hand, was an official member, and so at least received invites.
That raised a question- why did Wonder Woman cancel her consult on a (slightly) cursed amulent because of a JL meeting- that Phantom didn't receive an invite for?
Hmm.
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A ping came on his JL communicator, and he popped the device open to read the messages.
Flashinator: Hey man, can you come in at 6 tomorrow?
Flashinator: We had something we needed to talk to you about.
Phantom: Sure!
Flashinator: Thanks!
Then, he received a call on his- Danny Fenton's- work phone. "Fentonworks Gotham, Fighting Ghosts through Science. This is Danny speaking, how can I help you?"
"Hey, man! It's the Flash. Can you get to a Zeta tube tomorrow? We have a meeting at 6 PM."
Oh no. That was a bad idea, his duplicates were glitchy lately thanks to freaking Spectra- he'd won, but he was still recovering his power. "Actually, I've got a consult with Wonder Woman at 5:45 tomorrow. Is there any way I could come before, or after?"
"Uh... Let me check. Call you back in a second!"
Almost immediately, he called back. "Wonder Woman wants to know if she can reschedule, says this takes priority."
Well, crap. "Sure, I'll be there soon."
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"Thank you. Danny, we've found a threat that regards you, and no, I do not need your input on what we should do to them, Robin or Red Hood," the two vigilantes scowled- well, Robin did. It was impossible to tell with Hood.
"Like what?" Danny asked.
"Have you heard of a man named Dr. Henry Owens?"
"I can help you, I promise."
"Don't worry, I won't tell your parents. I know you didn't mean to show me."
Then, months of friendship, trust, (Sam, Tucker, and Jazz whispering 'I don't trust him'), and Ellie had to pull him off a dissection table, screaming and crying, and-
His mother, sobbing as she tried to sew him together, his father gaining new scars as he attempted to take down Owens' defense system-
"I see that you do. He's moved near the Gotham area, and was heard asking about you. We'd like Phantom to keep you safe until-"
"Phantom can't protect me. Not from him." He said quietly. "He's neutralized us before, he'll do it again. We can't fight him head-on."
"We?"
Danny was frozen. Shit. He'd gotten so far into his own head, he'd forgotten to separate himself.
Wonder Woman cleared her throat. "Unless I am mistaken, Danny...is Phantom. Correct?"
He swallowed. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm Phantom." And, might as well prove it, he shifted in a bright blue-white light.
"Holy shit," Constantine breathed.
Surprise was evident on everyone's faces- except Wonder Woman's, Batman's, and Red Robin's. "Right. Volunteers to keep Danny safe until something can be done about Owens?" We're calling this done
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â˝ Memory becomes absolute garbage. Like âwhy am I in the kitchen?â garbage. âWhat was I saying?â garbage. Their brain is running on buffering screens and regret.
â˝ Fine motor skills? Ha. Theyâre dropping everything. Pens. Phones. Entire moral compass. Theyâre basically a malfunctioning claw machine.
⽠Hallucinations creep in. That jacket on the chair? Suddenly a person. That noise? Definitely doom. Everything becomes mildly haunted.
⽠Time gets weird. Five minutes feel like a year. A full hour disappears and they swear they blinked wrong.
⽠Irritation skyrockets. They get mad at chairs. At air. At gravity. At the audacity of other humans continuing to exist.
⽠Their voice sounds weird. Slow, scratchy, like they swallowed sand.
â˝ They walk like a drunk baby giraffe. Walls suddenly jump closer. Floors rise unexpectedly. Coordination said: âIâm out.â
â˝ Zoning out becomes a hobby. They stare at random objects like theyâre trying to understand quantum mechanics.
⽠Vision blurs in and out. Like someone smeared Vaseline over their eyeballs out of spite.
â˝ Their body just hurts. Not a dramatic pain, just the âwhy does my skeleton feel like itâs buzzing?â pain.
â˝ Food cravings go feral. Theyâd fight someone for a stale cookie.
â˝ Terrible choices. They will absolutely say âIâm fineâ while making decisions that end in disaster.
⽠Random emotional implosions. Crying because their sock feels wrong? Yes.
⽠Cold hands. Cold feet. Cold heart. (Okay maybe not the last one, but it feels like it.)
â˝ Memory becomes absolute garbage. Like âwhy am I in the kitchen?â garbage. âWhat was I saying?â garbage. Their brain is running on buffering screens and regret.
â˝ Fine motor skills? Ha. Theyâre dropping everything. Pens. Phones. Entire moral compass. Theyâre basically a malfunctioning claw machine.
⽠Hallucinations creep in. That jacket on the chair? Suddenly a person. That noise? Definitely doom. Everything becomes mildly haunted.
⽠Time gets weird. Five minutes feel like a year. A full hour disappears and they swear they blinked wrong.
⽠Irritation skyrockets. They get mad at chairs. At air. At gravity. At the audacity of other humans continuing to exist.
⽠Their voice sounds weird. Slow, scratchy, like they swallowed sand.
â˝ They walk like a drunk baby giraffe. Walls suddenly jump closer. Floors rise unexpectedly. Coordination said: âIâm out.â
â˝ Zoning out becomes a hobby. They stare at random objects like theyâre trying to understand quantum mechanics.
⽠Vision blurs in and out. Like someone smeared Vaseline over their eyeballs out of spite.
â˝ Their body just hurts. Not a dramatic pain, just the âwhy does my skeleton feel like itâs buzzing?â pain.
â˝ Food cravings go feral. Theyâd fight someone for a stale cookie.
â˝ Terrible choices. They will absolutely say âIâm fineâ while making decisions that end in disaster.
⽠Random emotional implosions. Crying because their sock feels wrong? Yes.
⽠Cold hands. Cold feet. Cold heart. (Okay maybe not the last one, but it feels like it.)
⧠Broken ribs suck. You donât just âwalk it off.â Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries wonât be doing heroic sprints.
⧠Concussions arenât instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but theyâre not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.
⧠Blood loss is sneaky. Itâs not just about dramatic pools of blood. Itâs dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.
⧠Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fightâs over. That âI didnât realize I was bleeding until laterâ trope? Very real.
⧠Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.
⧠Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, itâs not just a cool scar later.
⧠Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters canât keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. Theyâre basically fighting one-armed until itâs fixed.
⧠Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.
⧠Stitches arenât magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. Theyâre not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.
⧠Scars tell stories. Some fade, some donât. Some stay sensitive forever. Donât forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.
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Danny remembering back to when he was a feral baby liminal due to pit exposure- how else was I supposed to tell Tucker I wanted to be his friend without stabbing him
Liminal Damian torn between âdidnât I kill youâ and âfinally someone with the words for what I am feelingâ- hnn
Batfam feeling like they now have new context for their stabby baby bird- I have so many questions
Jazz looks at Vlad and starts connecting the dots- hmm
I love the idea of redacting their actual origin to "I really wanted kids, but not a partner. And I had the theoretical knowledge of cloning. So I asked my very good friends. And their son agreed! Now I have many children!" .
And the batfam? Would be thrown. Like... Is that? Legal? At all?
Vlad just sniffs. Of course it is! It certainly isn't illegal! And any other person can simply choose to grow a new foetus whenever they wish! Just because he did it in a lab! Doesn't make a difference!
And Damian now has the horror of finding out he has even more siblings. Does this just happen to him? Bruce is of course thrown off by the casual admittance that Danny faked his death so he didn't have to kill Damian. Because of it had been known he survived? And didn't kill Damian? There would have been issues. So he just his on a random plane. And ended up homeless in Illinois. And was dragged home by Jazz who wanted a brother. Saw a feral street kid and went, ah yes. Perfect!
Raâs assumes that the Masters kids are escaped Damian Clones.
Raâs sends assassins to retrieve the rogue clones and ends up fighting papa bear Plasmius.
Vlad takes over the League of Assassins and adopts the rest of the Damian clones.
Vlad sends the Damian clones to the Far Frozen for healing and reprogramming, he wants it to be a surprise so tells no one.
No one informs the Bats about this change in leadership.
The Bats think Raâs is planning something because of how oddly the Assassins are acting.
Danny and his clones donât know because Vlad talked about it like he lead a hostile takeover of a company.
Itâs not until everyone meets the Damian Clones that they realize Vlad is the new Demonâs Head, a lot of the LoAâs recent actions now make a lot of sense.
Vlad ending up with an army of children isn't something I thought I needed. But I'm here for it.
Vlad being the new Demon's head? Talia will try to seduce him. Fail miserably, and be very confused about his parenting techniques. Not to mention his leadership style. And how does he even know about Danny? Her second son died? Damian killed him. What do you mean he survived and decided to abandon the League?
.....but does taking over the League mean he's stealing Talia too? Because if he's on a Nesting Kick he might get carried away, then refuse to admit it and double down.
No, actually, he DID intend to steal the man's children. Talia, he us your Father now. Yes he is likely younger then you, that is irrelevant, as his heir you will simply-.
Talia, finally hearing the words "you" and "heir" out of someone's mouth: Hmm? What was that father? Sorry I could hear you over all these clone children I was lovingly guiding in combat practice. You know, as the LoA HEIR. Which is and has always been my BIRTHRIGHT.
Vlad, shrugging: have fun darling. I'm off to go convince Maddie her husband is unworthy of her! Remember! A Master's bows to no one! Rule with an iron fist~
Talia just happy to have a father figure that supports her ambitions. Ruling her chosen field and killing anyone Bruce marries while convincing him to marry her.
Talia finally getting that sweet sweet position as heir? Yes Father! Absolutely. We all know that to win a man's children you kill him and take his place. To the victor the spoils. A Master's vows to no one you say? Rule with an iron fist? Wonderful! Delightful!
Danny upon finding out Vlad is now technically his Grandfather? Glee. Unmitigated glee.
Danny: But Grandfather! You can't marry Maddie now! What would people think?
Glad *confused sputtering. Danny has finally admitted to a family connection. But the wrong one!!!!*
And let's be real. Talia BARELY tolerated her birth father. She just could do little about him. It was complicated.
But NOW? Fuck it. They're functionally immortal. Who cares if he's basicly a couple years younger then her! In a few centuries no one will give a shit.
The IMPORTANT part is he views her as a competent and brag worthy heir. Supports her interests. Is openly delighted whenever she conquers something or defeats someone and Vows Gruesome Vengance against those who harm her.
You know... Dad Stuff.
And Maddie? She is ABSOLUTELY where Danny picked up the Gremlin Tendencies(tm).
Can't creep on her if you're her FATHER, Vlad. You'd NEVER and you know it!
Vlad: wait! NO!
Maddie: Too late! DAD! *victorious pointing*
Vlad: Aaaaargh! *dramatic fall to the floor*
Because! Maddie's parents were SHIT! Vlad knows this. She knows he knows this! He's already adopted a woman their age! Who is Danny's biological mother. He's gotta unite the Family now.
Or are you saying Maddies Father is BETTER then you, Vlad? That you could defeat Ra's AL Ghul... but Maddies father? Too difficult? *smug in scientist*
And... and listen. He KNOWS what she's doing. He's not stupid. This is a set up.
..............b-but listen, okay? There is a REASON he fell in love with her. He cares about her. She can play him like a cheap kazoo. She is brilliant and vibrant and deserves the WORLD.
....fuck yeah she deserves better then That Man as a Father.
Vlad is a MAGNIFICENT Father, thank you very much. The BEST father! And... well... Family. With Maddie.
His Obsession basically shouted "Fuckin' SOLD!" And snapped it up before he could argue.
Still hates Jack though. But now it's because his DAUGHTER deserves BETTER. What sort of life is he giving HIS, Vlad Master's, grandchildren? Because? Now Vlad has a fuckin CLAN of kids and grandkids and that Family Obsessed part of his brain is gibbering in a distinctly villainous and covetous way. Best family. SUPERIOR family. Should rule the WORLD family. Mine mine mine~âĄ
All he ever wanted was family. And now he has it? And oh his clan can grow! But he will have to carefully bet and test any potential love rs. Talia, darling. Are you sure you want Wayne? Yes he's pretty. But he clearly won't prioritise you! You deserve so much more!
Do you really want that to be the example you show the children? You are a queen my dear!
Talia? Has supportive loving Father? Who treats her with reapect? And care? What is this? Oh how she wishes this had happened sooner! Then she would still have her boys! But! Her Daniel! Is still in the family! And willing to talk to her now. She can do better.
And new sister? Wonderful woman. Daniel you chose your new Mother well! I approve! Sister! Let's talk! And spar! We have so much to catch up on! Let's go and plot shall we! As Father says! We are Queens!
I'm anon who asked about the title cards you do when posting fics on ao3. I finally got the story worth coming up with something and wow. I thought distilling the story to an image, even if taken in parts, was hard enough, but it turns out typography is my true enemy.
My appreciation for effort you put into each one of them just grew exponentially, and it was pretty big to begin with.
Just wanted to tell you you're amazing, have a great day
Oh, typography is a BASTARD. Finding a few fonts that you like and can use a lot really helps! I like:
Something CHUNKY and BOLD (sans serif)
Something THIN (sans serif)
Something THIN (serif)
Something hand written (sand serif)
Something elegant but hand written (script or cursive)
Something sketchy that flows (script or cursive)
Something sketchy that is CHUNKY (marker look)
And then you use 1, 4, 5, 6, or 7 for the TITLE and 2, 3, or 4 for the information. It gives you a mood with the title and a contrast with the info while keeping it readable! 1001 fonts, dafont, and font squirrel are good places to start! You'll be surprised how much you go back to the same fonts once you have them.
Ahhh some advice you didn't ask for I guess! LOL Thank you very much and good luck!
