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So Danny has been the ghost king and ancient of space for a long time, like a long time. Sam, Val, Tucker, Dan, Dani and Jazz also became ancients.

In this AU when GIW managed to break the connection between their dimension and the Ghost Zone, leading to the collapse of their dimensions and its total destruction. Danny managed at the last moment to tear a hole in reality to the Zone and pull his classmates with him, along with Mr. Lancer.

The first few days were hard to say but time passed, his class became more and more liminal until it stopped aging, most of us becoming ghosts because they didn't die (except for the trio, Val and Jazz). Mr. Lancer becoming a librarian at the castle. Danny taking on the role of Ghost King so he could protect his friends, for politics, freeing Clockwork from the Observants (resulting in a very unfortunate fate for them).

And at some point along the way realizing to his horror that his subjects (not the ghosts who knew him before) thought his friends were his concubines, members of his harem (fortunately not Mr. Lancer, nor Dani or Dan since the two looked like him and were assumed to be his children and Jazz being known as his sister).

Since they had no obvious role in the eyes of the fiends and didn't seem to do anything obvious besides hanging around hell the King of the Infinite Realms still gave them his protection and indulged them with whatever they wanted, except for Val, Sam and Tucker who were obviously his legitimate wives (favorites).

And Dark Pariah himself had concubines before he was put in the coffin.

And his friends, like dramatic trolls who love chaos, took advantage of this and played the part, much to his horror.

Which leads to one of the Batkids (whoever you want, I was writing this thinking of Tim or Jason) ending up being sacrificed to be the wife of the Ghost King by a cult. One small problem was that the ritual was not a summoning one, and the batkid would be registered as a child/minor.

And since Danny had long installed a clause that would teleport a child sacrifice directly to his "harem" rooms, one specially arranged for when something similar happens over the years where the person is cared for by servants.

So the batkid will find himself experiencing something of a combination of horror and imperial harem drama of

Which leaves a lot of juicy misunderstandings, especially from Batkid.

And that he wouldn't interact with Danny at all until later, and would just kind of find out from the portraits in the hallway, gossip and what he hears from the servants around and other members of the harem and deducing things himself.

Then maybe he'll take a picture with the King and his favorite members of the harem and his children (Danny, Sam, Val, Tucker, Jazz and Dan, Dani) and draw conclusions. And my ideas kind of stopped here. And my ideas kind of dried up here

My intention was to create a simple storyboard, but I ended up making it look more like an animatic.

I’ve had this idea for a very long time, and I’m proud I was finally able to make it I love drawing these two sm!

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Collabing with @anemicbunnicula again for part 2 of our LCF Big Bang project because I loved them and how they brings my figments of imagination to life.

MAN I WAS ALREADY NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME MAKING THIS BUT THEN I NEEDED TO CHANGE SOMETHING AND THIS PROMPT CAME UP WHEN I TRIED TO SAVE IT YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK I'll JUST DIE

HERE IT IS WITHOUT THE PROMPT IF ANYONE CARES

Protector of Ghosts

Even big scary ghosts need affection and emotional support.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Danny Fenton in a hoodie looking murderous while gently cradling the face of a monstrous Phantom with one hand. Phantom's body is black and shadow-like with glowing neon green ribs, palms, eyes, mouth, ghostly tail and fire for hair. Phantom has four hands, three of which he is using to hold onto Danny, and the fourth hovers reverently over the human hand cradling his face. /. End ID]

Original sketch under the cut:

I saw this post and went FERAL for Hua Cheng being manhandled by his little martial god !!!

He’s floating. It’s easy, to just float. Sometimes he needs easy. It’s addicting, though, so he tries not to give to it too easily. It doesn’t matter much thought, most days, months, years if he gives in or not. Ghosts are endless, after all. The parts that needed the human in him had long since faded.

But then there is crying.

It’s the sort of crying of someone trying desperately to hold back the noise even though the tears need to be let out.

It pulls at the shard of him that is still human.

He drifts… up? The Realms are directionless, but it somehow feels like he’s drifting up. The green becomes lighter, thinner, and then he’s at the surface. There’s a small human there, sitting on a ledge of rock. Their feet don’t even touch the pool of green that is reflecting up into their tiny, tear stained face.

Oh, it’s a child. It’s a small child. Toddler? Maybe a toddler. He’s not sure anymore what size is what, not anymore, but it is tiny.

“You’re sad.”

Speaking was maybe the wrong thing to say, with how the small child jolts. He reaches out quickly with one of his hands, one closest in the pool of green, and braces the child from falling into the pool. (He doesn’t think something so small would survive the zone.)

“I scared you. I’m sorry.”

“You did not!” The child insists as they wipe hastily at their eyes.

“Of course not.”

“Yes. Of course,” they parrot.

He sits a little higher out of the water and smiles at the fierce little child. “Hello, brave one, I am… Danny.”

That was a lot of big words for someone so tiny. It was a lot to constantly say too.

“That is a grand name," Danny says, spreading his furthest arms apart, “but a very long name for friends, don't you think?”

The child's eyes widened with enough wonder for Danny to feel, somewhere in his core. (It felt nice. There was so little wonder in the Realms).

“Friends?” Damian Al Ghul, heir to the Demon Lord and Son of the Bat asked.

“Yes, of course! This is clearly a fated meeting! Damian Al Ghul, heir to the Demon Lord and Son of the Bat,” Danny said, all of his arms spread in a fan. When had he gotten so many arm? Focus. “Right! And since this is a fated meeting, and I am not here to attack you and you not here to attack me—”

The child sniffs. “You are a pit fiend. A minor demon crawled from the sacred pool. You are evil.”

“Evil, me?!” Danny said in surprised and many startled hand splayed on his chest. He gave the thought due consideration. “There is mischief here and there, but no evil. Would you attack me?”

“If you tried to hurt someone here,” the child said, then slowly add. “But if you do not… yes, we may be friends.”

A long pause of the child looking down at their now clenched fists. “Will it hurt very badly?”

“Oh brave little one, not at all. Keep your one hand like that and hold it out straight,” Dany said and tried to seen some of his arms away. He picked one to hold in a fist. And…

Tap.

“That was… all?” Damian asked, clearly confused.

“First level friendship. No attacking, talking and listening, helping out… and I get to call you Dami.”

Dami's nose wrinkled up at the sound of it. “Why?”

“Becauae nicknames are part of being friends. Danny and Dami. They even sound nice together.”

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.