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ashspecter · 25 days
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Currently working on a Dark Ages OS based on the song Viva La Vida
I got very inspired initially by the OG song, but then I came across the "Epic Version" and brain went brrrrrr....
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I'll post the fic when I'm done with it ✨
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oceankat8 · 1 year
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A Dark Ages Daki from WAAAAYY back. I wanted to try and get it right, and used it as shading and proportions practice
Day 4 of WIPuary
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bubblegumbeech · 2 years
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What Words Keep Us?-Ch 3
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Ch 1  Ch 2
@ravenatural
Clockwork was watching a thousand different futures made from a thousand different decisions, ones that were optimistic, and ones he hoped to avoid at all costs. There was a knock on the door and he stopped, opening his eyes-both of them now- and sat up.
 “You don’t have to knock when you’ve locked me in your own room, Pariah,” he said as his once lover opened the door.
 Pariah looked as handsome as ever, if a bit disheveled from what must have been a long day of acting a tyrant. He walked in confidently and didn’t stop until he was within Clockwork’s reach. “I did not wish to disturb you if you were busy.”
 Clockwork rolled his eyes. “Busy with what? Planning my escape?”
 “Perhaps,” he responded, too easily amused. His success at Clockwork’s capture must have had him giddy.
 Sighing, Clockwork decided to put an end to whatever game Pariah was playing with him. “What do you want from me now?”
 “I’d like you to join me-”
 “Not if the Realms were burning to ash-”
 “For dinner.”
 Clockwork blushed. Trying to find a way to salvage his pride he turned his head and said, “I’m not hungry.”
 There was a soft chuckle from behind him and the bed dipped. Pariah’s hand went to Clockwork’s chin and tilted his head to face him. “You would truly prefer to spend all of your time in this room? Never leaving? Even to stretch your legs?”
 Acting petty, Clockwork dissolved his legs into a spectral tail and brushed Pariah’s hand away. “I’m not hungry,” he said again.
 “Humor me.” Pariah looked like he was moments from laughter and it was as infuriating as ever. He never seemed to take it seriously, this war that tore them apart, the prophecy that predicted their fall. All of it was child’s play to him, he truly didn’t understand why Clockwork was so angry, was so opposed to it all- because to him it was nothing.
 Clockwork looked around his little bird cage and found his fight wearing thin. It had been weeks in Pariah’s Keep and he was right. Clockwork was going stir-crazy. “Fine,” he bit out, falling into a pout. At the very least the dining hall was bigger.
 “Wonderful, shall we?” Pariah stood, holding his hand out for Clockwork to take.
 He ignored it and simply floated to the door himself, casting a glance back as if to say ‘coming?’
 Pariah followed.
 The dining room was as grand as Clockwork remembered, and decorated in excess. The table was laid out with delicacies from some of the more exotic corners of the realms and Clockwork had to grit his teeth, thinking of all the places Pariah must have conquered to achieve a dinner like this. Was this his way of throwing his success in Clockwork’s face?
 “I’m not hungry,” Clockwork said again, almost mimicking a broken record now and turned to fly away.
 Pariah caught his arm, steering him back towards the table and setting him to the left of the table’s head. It was surrounded by some of his favorites, a still warm cup of coraleander tea ready to drink.
 “I’m not hungry…” he almost whispered it this time. The memories too strong, the clear affection that Pariah still held for him fighting every bitter and twisted emotion.      Why,     he thought a little desperately,      why did it come to this?  
 “Drink your tea beloved,” Pariah kissed him gently on the side of his head and Clockwork remembered he still had his hood down. He fixed that, pulling it up so that it might obscure his blush, and took his seat, carefully cradling the tea and hesitant to drink it.
 The dinner was pleasant and Clockwork felt the ache of it settle in his core. He played the words of the prophecy through his mind, over and over, trying once more to find a way to break it but it was clear. As long as this war was fought they would never be together- it didn’t matter how genuine or passionate their love had once been.
 He had to find a way to end this war- but Pariah was nothing if not thorough. He would fight this war to its bitter end the only way to end it was to-
 Was to take Pariah out of the picture.
 That was it wasn’t it? Pariah was leading this war, even the Observants deferred to him despite their dislike of singularly powerful ghosts. If they got rid of Pariah… but      how.  
 Clockwork, despite everything, would not be able to End him. And his failure would only serve to push them further apart. More bloodshed between them could not be the answer.
 Pariah set down his silverware, taking a drink of forgotten mead and standing from his seat. Clockwork’s gaze followed him as he once more held out his hand. “Would you mind sharing a dance with me?” he asked and this time Clockwork took his hand and let him lead them to the ballroom.
     Pariah knew that what he did now would do little to change the outcome of this war. He knew he was playing at the risk this war would drag on further if he played to Clockwork’s affections instead of his anger. But he could not stop himself, the thought of having his beloved with him, fully in his arms, even if just for a day, was akin to a siren song and he could not find it in himself to resist.
 Dancing with him, this time with no spell to move them, was a slow, sensual affair. Pariah held him close, a hand settled on the small of Clockwork’s back to keep him from being able to pull away.
 “I miss this,” Pariah found himself whispering. He almost hoped his words would be lost in the sounds of the music, playing all around them as the Keep’s very walls tried in vain to hold the two lovers together.
 But Clockwork was keen, and Pariah was holding him close. “You could always stop. You could have it again if you stopped.”
 “You know I cannot.”
 He felt Clockwork’s grip tighten on his shoulder, felt him struggle to either pull Pariah closer or push them apart. “Why must you be this way? No other ghost was made so stubborn.”
 “It is why I was made a ghost at all my love. It is also ingrained deep into my core. If I were not who I am you would not have fallen for me in the first place.”
 Clockwork sighed, leaning his head into Pariah’s chest. “Perhaps this war would be easier fought then.”
 “Perhaps.”
 The dance was dragged out for as long as one dance could be, neither dancer willing to part but also unwilling to allow a second dance. But eventually, as all songs must, it came to an end. And Pariah led Clockwork back to the room to sleep.
 He had too much to do. Paperwork and strategies. He needed to make sure that the Observants would not take what was not theirs, be it power or authority and he needed to be sure of the other Ancients’ next moves.
 They would either act rashly, desperate now that half of them were taken from the battle, or they would be overly cautious and unwilling to add sacrifice. Honestly, it was the second option that worried him more.
 Perhaps he could incite them somehow? Maybe… Pariah thought back to the Ancient the Observants had captured at the beginning of the war, Vortex. Perhaps he could use that against them in some way. He’d long gone mad under the Order’s less than careful hands and if he were to release him on unoccupied territory it could force his remaining siblings to act. If not to try and regain his reason, then at least to stop his rampage.
 Whistling, he set off for the Observants’ lair. A plan now formed and easy enough to execute.
     Clockwork was watching his own futures, as many as he could, limited as he was by the loss of his mirrors. They had been a gift from Sojourn, allowing him to look into the future of others beyond himself, stretching all the way to the infinite corners of the Realms. A gift that Clockwork had repaid with a trinket of his own, that allowed Sojourn to travel while stilling time-allowing his brother to be anywhere or everywhere at once. Their gifts had practically completed the other, growing their powers past their singular limitations.
 He felt those limitations now. There were far too many futures where Clockwork did nothing or was trapped here in this Keep. Where he didn’t      see     the outcomes and doesn’t know the sacrificial plays that made them possible. That, beyond anything else, was why he needed to escape.
 Waiting until he felt the Keep cool, a sign that Pariah (the lit hearth of the lair) had left, Clockwork slowly crept towards the door. It was locked, but not extensively so. Insulting, really, since it showed Pariah had not expected Clockwork to be genuine in his escape attempts. Or it showed Pariah’s own hubris at keeping him contained.
 It broke easily as Clockwork rewound its age, and he was able to leave. Or would have been, if Pariah’s loyal Knight had not been standing guard outside. Clockwork cursed.
 “If you are looking for our Liege he has left,” the Knight stated simply.
 Clockwork frowned. “He’s hardly      my     Liege to begin with.”
 Fright Knight made no move to return Clockwork to the room though, so Clockwork made no move to return himself. He leaned against the door’s open frame and cast an assessing gaze over Pariah’s most trusted Knight.
 “Why do you follow Pariah Dark?” he asked.
 “I was cursed with eternity for my mistakes, and blessed with loyalty to spend my eternity with.”
 An interesting way to describe it. “Wouldn’t most say it was the opposite? Cursed with loyalty and blessed with eternity?”
 Fright Knight shook his head. “When is an eternity anything but a curse? Nothing was meant to last so long.”
 “Time is.”
 “Is it?”
 This Knight spent too much time around Pariah, he was starting to gain his more infuriating mannerisms. “Whether it is or not doesn’t matter, are you stopping me or has Pariah given you some other order I am not privy to?”
 “I would never go against the wishes of my King.” Fright Knight adjusted his stance, one gauntlet resting on his sword. “But I am not here to stop you either.”
 “You’re not?” Clockwork asked, seeking out futures this decision had made and picking at different threads that pleased him. “Then what are you after little Knight?”
 A gauntlet lifted to the space between Fright Knight’s helmet and his cuirass where his neck should have been.
 The Knight did not answer, but Clockwork pieced it together nonetheless. He did not need his brother’s ability to read minds to know the Observants had made an enemy here as well. It made sense, Fright Knight was a powerful ghost with a powerful domain. Pariah would not have taken him in otherwise. Those pathetic little Watchers could not abide by any singular ghost holding power beyond them.
 “Would you join me on a stroll then?” Clockwork asked, a plan forming.
 He began walking towards the doors of the keep and Fright Knight followed.
 It was easy enough to sneak into the Observants’ shared lair. Its connection was not as strong, split between countless ghosts as it was instead of beholden to one singular entity like Pariah’s Keep or Clockwork’s Long Now. Besides, whenever they feared capture, it was easy enough for Fright Knight to stand tall, his loyalty unquestioned and Clockwork’s capture well known. It helped when they were heading down to the prison.
 That’s where the Observants were keeping his brother, and Fright Knight’s head.
 Once the doors shut behind them Clockwork rushed forward, charging into the jumbled mess of a showroom where the pieces of his siblings were on display. He gathered them as carefully as he could and hid them away for later.
 Fright Knight walked slowly towards a bleached skull, his gauntlets shaking slightly and Clockwork looked away. He did not need to see what he did with it.
 Their next stop was the prison, but it was empty and Clockwork turned to the Knight, furious. “You took me on a wild goose chase! Where is he?”
 “My Liege has already released him, in hopes to bring your siblings out of hiding,” Fright Knight answered easily and Clockwork could not understand how this ghost was known for his loyalty when he was so easily giving secrets to his King’s enemy.
 “Where?”
 “My Liege would not want you involved. He wishes to keep you safe-”
 Clockwork grabbed the ghost and snarled, playing through countless futures and countless scenarios until his question was somehow answered and he flew off. Trying and failing to leave the Knight behind.
 “Why are you still following me?” he flew faster, only for the Knight to somehow match his speed. Perhaps allowing him his skull had been a mistake.
 “My Liege would be upset if you came to harm. It is my job to guard you-”
 Clockwork scoffed and stopped his questions. If he had to hear ‘my Liege’ one more time he might have to End Pariah’s trusted little Knight and that would be a horrible way to show appreciation for his escape.
 It did not make it not tempting.
 By the time they arrived Vortex was in a complete rampage, destroying lairs and land, causing catastrophe after catastrophe even as Clockwork’s siblings tried to calm his rage. He saw Misery spin a web, looping it around one of Vortex’s arms only for Pariah’s sword to cut through it. She screamed in rage, throwing venom but Pariah dodged out of the way.
 Undergrowth too, was trying to get their brother to stop, to realize who he was beyond his pain and his faltering obsession. Nocturne was working around the battle, moving lairs out of the path of destruction and getting ghosts to leave.
 When Pariah turned to see them his smug expression melted almost instantly from his features. Eyes wide he said, “Clockwork? Why are you-”
 But Clockwork turned from him, worried more about his siblings, and ignored Pariah’s confusion, his rage and Fright Knight’s attempted explanations. He caught Nocturne’s gaze first, tossing him the mask that had been carved from his very own flesh, ignoring the way his brother’s eyes widened upon seeing it, or maybe him.
 He watched as Vortex raged and Clockwork flew closer, reaching out to try and help in any way he could. But it only served to bring Vortex’s attention towards him. His brother was no longer in those eyes, and Clockwork found himself stopped cold as lightning struck towards him.
 It hit, catching on the liquid of his core and stunning him painfully. He’d never suffered an attack from one of his siblings before- not like this. This one had a lifetime’s worth of rage and confusion behind it and it scrambled Clockwork’s core until he could no longer tell the difference between then and now. Fright Knight stepped in front of him and engaged Vortex in a duel as Pariah once more screamed his name.
 Foolish, it was not like something this small would kill him. A knife, carefully carved and enchanted sliced through his back to his front and Clockwork tasted ectoplasm on his lips. Oh. He… hadn’t foreseen this.
 “NO!” This time it was his sister screaming, and she was at his side in an instant. All six of her hands cradled him gently as she pulled him into her arms. He didn’t see what happened to the thing that stabbed him, but he heard it as it was pulled apart easily under Misery’s webs.
 He heard the fighting continue, Pariah arguing with his brothers as he too tried to get to Clockwork’s side. But when he tried to look, turning his head, Misery stopped him, shushing him gently as she mended his wound with her string.
 “Your core is unstable,” she said, gently working despite the chaos that surrounded them. If he thought of it that way, it was not unlike the past, where the only quiet moments were ones they made themselves in spite of their mother and everything she created. “Vortex is not in his right mind… this trial did not make him stronger.”
     Don’t blame yourself    . He tried to say, but it did not come. His thoughts were too jumbled and he lacked the energy to speak. His sister believed in growth, in learning through danger and tragedy. He did not want her to lose her driving force because of Vortex- it was dangerous for a ghost to lose what drove them forward. A ghost only existed so long as they felt they needed to.
 He heard a curse, Nocturne must have gotten hurt by Pariah. Clockwork closed his eyes and found himself once more wondering why it had come to this. He was sick of the inevitable, of futures that became impossible to escape.
 “Leave,” Pariah hissed and Clockwork opened his eyes again. Misery was still holding him, working on his wound and trying to soothe his core, but behind her and surrounding the fight entirely were countless numbers of Observants.
 Where had they- oh right. It seemed Clockwork and Fright Knight were not as subtle as he’d liked to believe, traipsing around the Observants’ lair as they had. One spoke and Clockwork felt as Misery’s hands shook. He looked at her face and saw that they were shaking with anger and not fright and lifted his own hand to soothe her. It did no such thing, only deepening her scowl as the Observants spoke on above them.
 They were deriding Pariah, scolding him for releasing Vortex as if they had any power over him at all. As if they could possibly know strategy of any kind when it came to fighting a war. Pariah was ignoring them, focusing on the actual threat between Nocturne and Undergrowth, and Clockwork doubted they were doing anything beyond acting as an obnoxious distraction.
 Then he heard it. “If you are going to be so easily swayed by your emotions, perhaps we should eliminate your weakness now.”
 What?
 The Observants converged on him and Misery, more than he could count surrounding them. Pariah and his brothers were too far apart and even with the two of them, with Clockwork’s wounds it was unsure how well they’d do against sheer numbers.
 Clockwork felt his eye sting, a past memory of the last time he’d been surrounded by those who Watched and sought his destruction. Misery’s grip tightened and he expected her to let go so that she could fight, but instead she wrapped him quickly in her webs, tangling his limbs and slinging him quicker than he could fly out of range.
 Before the Observants could follow his impromptu course Misery pulled a hidden string she had been wearing that Clockwork had not noticed. A blast of light exploded from her, ripping apart ectoplasm and damaging every ghost in the vicinity, including Pariah.
 The damage was clear, with the exception of Pariah, who was only on the edge of the blast and had suffered the loss of only some of his ectoplasm, every ghost’s core was on display, especially Misery’s.
 She took advantage immediately, fighting through what must have been excruciating pain as she released countless venomous spiders and slung web after web. It was impossible, and impressive as she halved their forces in an instant. Fighting still as they surrounded her.
 Had she done that to save Clockwork? He shook his head. He couldn’t let her. He didn’t want any more of his siblings to fall when the point of all of this was to be reunited as a family. Blinking back tears he struggled weakly against the webs Misery had trapped him in. His core was still aching, and Misery had used every fiber of desperation she had when she tossed him to the side.
 Her scream stopped his movement. Had she fallen? Truly?
 No. No no no no… he hadn’t      seen this    .
 He watched helplessly as Undergrowth turned away from Pariah, leaving the fight solely to Nocturne and started cutting swathes of Observants down. He watched as Fright Knight was thrown aside by Vortex, who moved towards Clockwork- whether because he saw a weakened adversary or because some small part of him remembered his brother, only Nocturne could possibly know.
 He watched as Pariah stepped between them, slicing his sword towards Vortex and forcing him back. And he watched as Nocturne took advantage of a distracted, weakened Pariah and laid his own trap. He slipped his mask on, reigniting powers long lost, and struck out, sending a deep, dreamless sleep towards Pariah, who was helpless to resist.
 Pariah dropped, and Clockwork stopped his struggles. At a loss for what he was struggling for. This was it, was it not? The moment they ended the war. So why did it feel so wrong?
 The last of the Observants had scattered, content with the damage done and unwilling to risk further losses. His brother, so angry, but so gentle, walked towards their fallen sister, her core on display to the entirety of the realms as it desperately tried to draw in enough ectoplasm to recover itself. Undergrowth picked her up, careful not to cause further damage and brought her over to where Clockwork was, laying her beside him.
 Clockwork quickly reached for her, stilling any spillage from her wounds and checking the strength of her core. He didn’t notice Undergrowth walk away from them both, too caught up in doing for Misery what she had done for him only moments before. He took some of the webbing he had managed to rip off of himself and dissolved it into bandages, wrapping them gently around her chest.
 He did not know about Misery’s trap, what it was meant to do or how to heal from it. The only one who knew that was Misery herself and she was hardly fit to talk. Hopefully it would eventually heal, Clockwork ignored the possibility that she had made this trap in a way that it would not. She was strong, and toed the lines of risk and reward, but she was not and never had been suicidal.
 By the time he had stabilized her and freed himself from the tangle of webbing she’d gifted him, Vortex and Fright Knight had disappeared and the only ones left were him and his brothers.
 Picking Misery up into his arms he glided slowly towards Nocturne. “Is she okay?” his brother asked, expression hidden behind his mask.
 “No. But she is stable. We must take her to the Far Frozen, the only hope we have now are other frozen cores.” Those with Frozen cores, like Misery herself, were natural healers and would know more about her wounds and how to treat them than anyone else. Although the Far Frozen had fallen to Pariah, it was still the best place to seek treatment.
 In fact, Clockwork looked around, “Where is Pariah?” he asked and heard Undergrowth grunt in disapproval.
 “He will not be a factor in this war any longer,” Nocturne said soothingly and Clockwork felt trepidation build the longer his question went unanswered.
 “What do you mean? Where-”
 Then he saw it. A wooden sarcophagus, newly made from twisting branches and thick vines. Undergrowth placed an arm on his shoulder, stopping him from getting any closer. “Worry no longer, please. He is unharmed. Take our sister and go, as you said, to the Far Frozen. We will take care of the King.”
 “I didn’t want-”
 “      Go     Clockwork,” Nocturne said. “This is delicate work and I can not promise a better solution should he escape.”
 Biting his tongue, Clockwork turned to leave, hoping that everything would work out. That everything was the way it was meant to be. That Pariah would one day understand.
 By the time he arrived at the Far Frozen, word of Pariah’s defeat and the subsequent end of the war had spread somehow and the tribe was eager to allow him entry. He was rushed to the medical caves, where, to his surprise, Sojourn had been waiting. He was still fragile, healing from his own significant wounds but his eyes widened when he saw Misery and Clockwork’s states.
 Clockwork was content to just get Misery the medical attention she needed but the Elders would not hear of it and soon he too was being examined, his core checked for any lasting damage from Vortex’s attack and his other wounds tended to properly. Sojourn was torn between hovering worriedly over his own bedside and Misery’s and eventually Clockwork got up and laid down next to her, if only to stop his back and forth fretting.
 He sent what little energy he could to her, without overwhelming her core or draining his. Sojourn joined them, doing the same, and the three of them fell into a slumber.
     Fright Knight continued fighting, his chest twisted in despair. He had failed, had misunderstood, broken the trust and loyalty that had been gifted to him. He continued fighting, even as the battle drew them further and further away. He sliced, parried, and dodged as the rampaging Ancient screamed and attacked.
 He did everything he could not to think of the last words his Liege had said to him.
 “You’ve betrayed me.”
 He continued to fight.
     Nocturne watched his brother fly away with their sister. “He will not be happy,” he warned Undergrowth.
 “Well maybe he shouldn’t have fallen in love with a Tyrant,” Undergrowth snapped. The only thing holding Pariah back from breaking this new prison was Nocturne’s spell of sleep, and if they did not finish carving and shaping it with the proper sigils and runes, it would not hold him long.
 “You cannot control who you fall in love with.” Nocturne frowned, fixing a glyph he had written incorrectly before moving on to the next one.
 Undergrowth rolled his eyes, and Nocturne couldn't help but to silently agree. It was frustrating to do all of this, everything, so their family might be happy and whole, but then to lose it all and more instead. Was the prophecy to blame?
     Order and Chaos cannot both reign, and lovers caught between shall feel splitting pain.  
     Jagged wounds will never be mended, if the war that made them is not quickly ended.  
     If you ask for it all you’ll find you have none. If you give what you have you might be left one.  
 It seemed once those words had left Clockwork’s lips, as accidental as they were, everything else became secondary. An accessory to a doomed romance. But Nocturne did not want his brother to suffer. He still did not. So he worked, sealing his brother’s lover in a sarcophagus of eternal sleep.
 “Do you have it?” he asked.
 Undergrowth pulled out the pocket watch Clockwork had gifted Sojourn long ago. “Of course, was this your plan all along?”
 Nocturne shook his head. “No, I can’t plan ahead like that. I just thought it might give us an advantage in calming Vortex without risking Sojourn. But it is useful now as well.”
 “We can use it to still time on the sarcophagus, leaving the King of the Infinite Realms trapped in an eternal sleep,” Undergrowth ventured.
 “Yes,” Nocturne agreed, grabbing the trinket and imbuing its energy. “This way the spell of sleep will not end, and he will not fight his way into escape.”
 “What if someone else opens it?”
 That was true. Nocturne thought for a moment before spying the threads of Misery’s web that were lying discarded where she had thrown Clockwork in her foolish sacrificial play. He gathered them, forming them into a chain, then a lock, and then a key. He wrapped the chain around the sarcophagus and sealed the lock with the key before pocketing it.
 “There, now they can’t.” He smiled, sharing a look with his brother. “We can move on from this war and this prophecy.”
 Undergrowth did not share his smile. “It will be hard, we have lost too much that we cannot regain.”
 That was true. Pariah Dark and his army had made it impossible for them to ever call their mother back, and their siblings had been damaged far too significantly for either of them to say it would be alright.
 But that did not mean they could not heal in time, and that they could not try and repair what was broken. He grabbed one end of the sarcophagus and lifted it onto his back. “So where do we want to keep this then?”
 His brother sighed. “I suppose Misery’s lair for now? Until she recovers and can build a suitable replacement.” He agreed, and Undergrowth grabbed the other end to share the weight. Together they hid away the sleeping King, and went to go visit their injured siblings.
 The war was over, but there was still more to do.
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radiance1 · 2 months
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There was a boy walking towards the invading army.
There was a civilian child walking towards the invading army from the infinite realms lead by their tyrannical ruler. The Justice League tried to stop force their way through, save the boy.
Instead of that, however, they were blocked by multiple ghosts, all hellbent on not leaving them alone. Superman tried to get close to the kid? Piles upon piles of ghosts knocked him back. Wonder Woman? The same thing happened.
The thing was, that wasn't even the ground army who did it. But the ones in the sky.
So the kid was walking towards an entire army by himself. One hellbent on taking over Earth and have no qualms about ending the short life of a human boy.
Instead of watching a child die, a life they failed to save. Something else happened.
The army parted for him.
Just as Moses parted the Red Sea, the same happened with the ghosts. They made a clear-cut line for him to walk straight towards their king with no obstacle, even clearing the way of anything that could pose as one.
Again, the Justice League tried to go down to drag the boy away, only to again be denied by the ghosts flying through the sky. Only to stop chasing as soon as they retreated a certain distance.
The ghosts stood still, and only moved as they got close, unlike their previous acts of causing havoc and mayhem. So, the Justice League, as much as they didn't want too, stood still and watched.
The boy stood at a stop before the king, painfully tiny in comparison to the massive ghostly tyrant standing before him with his arms crossed.
"Yo, dad." The boy said, and the Justice League froze in shock.
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"Yo, dad." Danny lifted a hand up in greeting, before dropping that hand to rub at his neck. "Funny seeing you here, I guess."
"Phantom..." Pariah Dark's voice was soft yet booming and seemed to echo throughout the battlefield. "We meet once again on the field of battle, come to challenge me again, little one? Without your armor, no less?" Pariah tilted his head to the side slightly, questioning.
"Oh that? Yea that got destroyed ages ago," Danny shrugged, as if not having it didn't bother him at all. "Parents couldn't exactly, you know, finish it. Plus, they had other things to work on, so they just decided to scrap the thing altogether." He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged again. "So, yea..."
Pariah looked the boy over, his eyes hardening and he clicked his tongue at what he saw.
"You come here, not with armor," Pariah began, strength in his voice and a fire (literally) in his eyes. "Nor a weapon, or a shield, and no allies of any kind-"
"Well those guys are there" Danny pointed behind him, straight at the Justice League.
"-Walk up to a hostile force with no gauge of their strength." But Pariah just barreled on as if the Justice League were an afterthought. "And face their leader and do not expect to come to harm!?" The Ghost King scowled, and the Justice League tensed.
But just tilted his head slightly. "Well, are you going to harm me?" He asked.
Pariah Dark blinked, then whispered. "I could, child. I could kill you." He put a strong emphasis on the word kill.
"You could," Danny nodded. "But are you going to hurt me?"
The Ghost King remained silent, but his gaze intensified.
Danny shrugged, this time with a smile. "See? You wouldn't hurt me so it's fine. Ya big softie."
Pariah's scowl intensified. "I am not soft, child."
"Oh really?" Danny leaned forward and his smile took on a more playful edge. "Then what's you're reason for visiting Earth, hmmmm?"
"To wage war and fight against this world's mightiest heroes." The Ghost King answered quickly.
"Annnnnnnd?"
The king remained silent for a moment and Danny stepped forwards before he face planted onto concrete. "C'mon, dad. Tell me the other reason you came here." Danny crossed his arms, mimicking the Ghost King's pose.
They stared each other in the eyes for a moment, before Pariah looked off the side with green dusting his cheeks. "You have not visited in 50 years, son..." He whispered, but everyone heard it.
"Hah! Knew you missed me!" Danny said shamelessly with a satisfied and smug smile.
"And your father forced me out of the realms because I upset him." Small embers started igniting themselves on the tips of the king's hair.
Silence echoed over the battlefield, before Danny burst out laughing. Pariah Dark's hair fully exploded into green fire as he reached a hand to cover his face. "Of course, alongside the shameless and cheekiness, you get Clockwork's sense of humor as well..."
The Ghost King, at least this very moment, seemed more and more like a tired dad than some fearsome, tyrannical Ghost King.
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satoshy12 · 4 months
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A few moments of baby Danny having fun,
It all started when Danny learned he could change his age! Well, he took an item from Clockwork for this prank. But they are fun!!!
Red Hood lost his weapon to a toddler. Red Hood is trying to help the lost toddler talking about how he is a real hero with real Guns:" Come on, it's not a toy. It's the real deal." Danny: "No, no real!" Red Hood gets annoyed: "Fine, you don't believe it's real? Here, take it." Danny was surprised:" Ooo, real!" (holds the gun) Red Hood: "Yeah, yeah, it's real. Wait, what did I just do?" Danny teleports away: "Wheee!" Red Hood:" What the...? Oh, come on! Come  back, I'llbuy you candy for the gun!" +
John Constantine lost in a horse bet against baby Danny money; don't ask how or why he even bet with a toddler. He just lost money. John: (sighs) Bloody hell, lost again in a horse bet against you, Danny. Baby Danny: (giggles, waving a tiny hand) Horsie 2! Danny pointed at the empty wallet. John: There is no money left, mate. But, uh, how 'bout this?" John scribbles on a piece of paper and hands it to Baby Danny. JOHN (CONT'D) I owe you, alright?
Later, with the Justice League Dark, John summons a demon.
Demon: (roaring laughter)" Look who's here, the bloke who lost his soul to a toddler!" John: (bewildered)" What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Demon: (mockingly) That doodle on the paper. You handed over a piece of your soul to a baby. Now that's a first!" John: (facepalms) Bugges. I will later talk with Bat; I need money. around 10.000$" + Zatanna, while a magic show pulls toddler Danny out of her hat. Not a rabbit. Zatanna: And for my next trick... (pulls from her hat, has toddler Danny in her hand, not a rabbit) Zatanna: (confused) Wait, where did you come from? Danny: (giggling) Hat! Hat! Danny grabs her hat and suddenly disappears. Zatanna blinks in amazement, trying to make sense of the unexpected teleportation, as the audience applauds.
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bet-on-me-13 · 9 months
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Stranded Danny AU
Danny gets pulled into a faraway Dimension by a Villain one day, just after the events of Phantom Planet. He is barely 15.
He has no way to get back, but he does manage to unlock the power to make Portals. Unfortunately, none of the dimensions he ends up in are his own, and none have enough Ectoplasm to open portals for very long. It takes up to a week to scrounge up enough Ecto to open a single Portal into the next dimension over.
And none of these worlds have Technology strong enough to take him home either. The few times he did find some tech that could potentially get him home, it never worked or it was destroyed before he could finish it.
He spends well over 30 years of his own Personal Timeline trying to get back to his home dimension, constantly gathering scraps of Ectoplasm and Tech until the day he eventually collected enough to build a safe way home.
But time does not pass the same across dimensions.
What to him was a 30 year long Journey, was actually just 10 for his home Dimension.
And they had to move on without him.
Sam became a Business Woman who used her money to fund Nature Preservation Organizations. She hired Pamela Isley and helped her through her powers when she became Poison Ivy (still a Villain, but secretly working for Sam)
Tucker got a high ranking job at Star Labs, and helped Cyborg come to terms with his new life when he became a cyborg. He even helped upgrade his tech a few times.
Jazz became a successful Psychiatrist, and now works under Daina Lance as one of the Justice League's top Therapists, specifically their Child Psychologist for young Heroes
Ellie took his place as a Hero and became the new protector of Amity after he dissappear. After the Justice League was formed, she joined them and became one of their best members, always working and nor really taking many breaks.
They always wondered what happened to Danny, and spent many years trying to figure out what happened to him, but never succeeded. They finally began to assume that he was fully dead after a few years of searching. They had enough time to come to terms with it.
...
So one night, while a 22 yr old Ellie is resting on one of her rare days off, she gets called in by the League about a possible Dimensional Breach near her Home Town. JLD was deployed to investigate, and she was asked to tag along since she was the Resident Hero of the area.
But she refuses, thinking it's just some random ghost trying to enter the Living Realm illegally after she began regulating the Portal. JLD would be able to handle it on their own, let her sleep on her day off!
Meanwhile, JLD has located the spot where the Dimensional Breach is about to appear. They surround the Area, and prepare to interrogate whoever is about to appear, or deal with them if need be.
Space begins to tear apart as the fabric of Reality breaks apart at the seams. And from that wound in existence, an Adult Danny steps out. He is 44 years old, and looks like a less buff version of Dan without the mustache (basically imagine Danny as Ford Pines from Gravity Falls)
The JLD can sense that he is strong, but not too much so. It feels like he is powerful, but like that power has been starved for a while.
"Who are you?" Asks Wonderwoman, ready to jump into battle if needed. "What are your intentions in this World?"
Danny ignores them. He is staring into the Night Sky, eyes wide. The Constellations he hadn't seen in 30 years were there. The stars were in the right locations. He takes a deep breath, tasting the amount of Ectoplasm in thr Air. This is it. He's home. He's finally home.
"Finally" He says breathlessly. A slightly manic Grin on his face.
"What the hell does that mean?" Demands Constantine. The grin had unsettled him, and he began preparing a few spells just to be sure.
Danny ignored him again, this time deciding to close his eyes and finally eat his fill of Ectoplasm for the first time in 30 years. He was ravenous, this was the first decent Meal of Ectoplasm he had been able to have in 30 years. He was giddy, he was so happy to finally be home.
However the Heroes didn't know what was happening. All they knew was that some guy had ripped a hole in reality, said "finally" with a crazy grin on his face, and started emitting a dangerous amount of Death Energy for no apparent reason.
Constantine reacts on impulse, trying to cast a Banishing Spell on this guy.
Danny, feeling the spell begin to pull him away from his home after he had just found it again after Thirty. Fucking. Years. Does something that he would consider reasonable.
He quickly dashes over to Constantine and slams him through a tree.
This sparks a fight between Danny and the JLD. And at first he is having some serious trouble, but as he continues to feed on Ectoplasm and recover his strength, he becomes progressively more Powerful. It comes to the point where the JLD can't keep up anymore, and call in Backup.
Ellie was enjoying her night off, but the desperate Call from JLD about a powerful Entity at the edge of Amity finally got her going.
She rushes over and slams into Danny just as he is about to attack Constantine again. Neither of them recognize eachother, since they have changed since they were kids (Danny moreso) and continue to Duke it out.
Ellie is trying to banter with him, but Danny is really angry at this point. So he resorts to his final attack, his Ghostly Wail.
He levels a good chuck of the Forest, and in the end he is standing over Ellie as his anger fades. He says "Sorry" and he starts taking a look around him to see if there is anybody else.
Ellie is on the ground, shaken because she recognized that power.
She gets up, and asks "Danny?"
Danny finally gets a good look at her and says, and says "Ellie?"
Meanwhile JLD still has ringing in their ears and thinks that Ellie just called Danny "Daddy"
(Which makes sense because of the new age difference)
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Bruce regrets sound proofing all his children’s rooms
There are some things parents don’t want to know or hear when it comes to their children and it seemed like a great idea at the time.
That being said, as he looked down at his tired youngest, bottle feeding a baby in a way that seems to be half muscle memory, with a look on his face that can only be encompassed by the sentence “oh shit.”
Bruce was suddenly wondering if he made the right call.
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minty364 · 3 months
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DPXDC Prompt #121
Clark remembered having a brother in the pod that was sent to earth, Danny however didn’t. Clark was 3 when the planet died but Danny was 1. Clockwork decided it was for the best that Danny didn’t remember and sealed his powers. 13 years go by and Danny gets caught in his parents portal. Another year goes by and Danny defeats Pariah Dark. Once Danny is crowned king 2 things start to happen. He starts getting powers that aren’t ghost related and his aging slows down a lot. 15 years go by and the Fentons definitely figure it out since Danny still looked 16 and had chased him for the past 10 or so years. Danny finds himself in metropolis and then comes face to face with someone who looked eerily similar to him.
Clark is confused, he found his brother but thought he’d be a bit older. Danny seemed hesitant to trust him but Clark knew he was family and was going to do his best to protect him.
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fangirlingpuggle · 2 years
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Yet another DP AU this time Dad Pariah mainly just AU of Reign Storm where when Danny tires to attack Pariah instead of attacking him Pariah is like ‘Whose child is this? I am not killing a literal ghost infant’
Danny is offended and keeps trying to attack Pariah who is just holding him by the scruff of his neck like ‘Where are your parents?’ and then sees Jack and Maddie with literally house full of ghost hunting weapons and is like ‘NOPE! Not happening’
Pariah: ATTENTION DOES THIS CHILD HAVE ANY GHOST PARENTS?
Vlad*Raising arm enthusiastically*
Danny:FUCK NO
Pariah:...Yeah no
Vlad*lowering arm cursing under his breath*
Ends up putting conquest on hold to go see his husband like ‘Hey so we have a kid now can you watch him while I go conquer the human world’...he also brought flowers as a ‘Sorry I kind of went crazy and tried to kill you... and missed multiple anniversaries stuck in a sarcophagus’...there are a lot of flowers.
Clockwork is just there like.... well didn’t see this timeline coming but i’m not complaining, thank you dear I’ll watch Daniel please try not to get shoved into sarcophagus again and be back in time for dinner.
Danny is just sitting there with a hot chocolate Clockwork gave him no idea what the fuck is going on.
Bonus Pariah:I am not trying to kill a literal ghost infant who the fuck would do that??
All the other ghosts *Awkwardly avoiding eye contact*
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sykloni · 10 months
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Dannymay 2023
21. Shatter
Other Ancients: You are not doing this just as an ultimate fuck you in the divorce, right?
Clockwork: Of course not 😇
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emdeerm · 6 months
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Idea!
Ex-Twin
Damian and Danyal were twins. They were very close but only within their mother's sight. Everyone else only ever saw a cold indifference.
Danyal has failed a mission at the age of 6 which resulted in his death. Damian was with him at the time and retrieved the body. In a desperate attempt to get his brother back, he tried to dip him into the Lazarus Pit.
The Pit took him away much to the heartbreak of the living boy.
Damian threw himself into an even more ruthless training and excelled at it. With time, Ra's was even happy that the other boy has died. It served as an excellent motivator to his heir.
Years passed. Damian has been with his Father for a long while now. He was now turning 22 and Father held a Gala in his honour. Damian has long since realised that it was quite unnecessary but it helped their covers and allowed him to make connections.
However, they were just as boring as ever. Same faces, same lies, same talks. Nothing aloevera changed
Until a new couple from a city Amity Park, came with two teenage children. Samantha, the girl, was expected. Her bright pink gown less so if any information on her was any true.
Her companion, a boy her age, clearly uncomfortable in the suit and tie, made the ground under his feet disappear.
He looked so much like Damian himself did at the age of 15. And his eyes were that familiar, haunting blue.
Damian excused himself from his current conversation, and gracefully strode out of the room past the young teens.
Maybe he was being paranoid. Most likely unreasonably hopeful. Perhaps he was behaving irrationally.
Nonetheless, long minutes later, the scan of a hair he managed to snag revealed the truth.
It was his brother.
He came back.
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Um... so, Maddie and Jack got dozed with some old Ecto at some point during very early stages of Maddie's pregnancy and Lazarus (Ectoplasm+Clockwork) infused the preserved genes of the baby, who died so early and had a glorious life of adventures ahead of him, into the barely formed zygot.
Danny's adventures happened. Phantom Planet not so much (unless you want it to be after the AGIT). Sam's parents finally made into an even bigger leagues and were invited to the Gala.
Danny had a bad feeling. Anything to do with the extremely rich was always problematic. No offence, Sam.
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Pariah Dark: Why is Danny so sad?
Clockwork: He took one of those “Which Amity Park Ghost Are You?” quizzes
Pariah Dark: And...?
Clockwork: He got Vlad Plasmius.
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bubblegumbeech · 2 years
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Nicknames? for the WIP tag game
Sorry for the delay !! Nicknames came from a dare on the DA server where I wanted to use certain nicknames for Pariah :3c I plan on expanding it as other cute moments etc comes to mind and seeing if I can make it a proper fic, but here's the ficlet so far:
“I hate when you call me that.”
Pariah raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
Clockwork sat up a bit straighter, taking some of his weight off Pariah’s shoulder and making himself more comfortable. “I do. I don’t understand why you seem so painfully averse to just using my name.”
Wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist, Pariah placed his chin on his shoulder. He muttered softly, “I use them to denote familiarity. They show our relationship, and how I hold you dear, darling.”
Clockwork huffed.
“Perhaps,” he mused, “you can try and call me by a pet name or two of your own then?”
There was a pause, a moment of silence before Clockwork pulled away just enough to meet Pariah’s eyes.
“You’d like a pet name Pariah?”
He hummed an agreement. “From you? Yes, I think I would.”
Clockwork pretended to think for a minute, his eyes shining with subtle mischief that had Pariah wondering just what his beloved was up to now.
“I have one,” he said. Pariah smiled.
“Okay.”
“…” Clockwork’s eyes roved down, taking in the bare expanse of Pariah’s chest before lifting again. “Tits McGee.”
Ah. 
“You’re right, beloved. I do think I’d prefer you call me Pariah.”
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radiance1 · 8 months
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Danny is so, oh so very tired about the amount of marriage proposals that popped up in front of him. Not even a day past his announcement as Crown prince either.
He's thankful that neither of his four parents are pushing him towards accepting it, but it's everyone (besides his friends of course) else who either try and subtly suggest it or outright asks him if he's chosen a spouse yet.
He's only 14! He doesn't need a spouse! And they were probably far older than him too!
Even Vlad of all people took some kind of pity on him and just decided to be a normal (for a billionaire) guy who isn't trying to kill his dad.
...However, that doesn't mean he wants him to seduce him either!
(Danny: Stop trying to seduce my dad you low-budget vampire!
Vlad, calmly sipping tea: No.)
If he wasn't majorly burnt out from the number of proposals he has to sort through, he would most definitely throw him far across town, away from his dad and mom.
He needed to find a way to stop all of these letters that just keep coming, and fast. He doesn't know how much longer he could take of reading fancy script over and over and over again, his eyes already hurt enough.
He tried to ask his Father for help, his only response was to choose a consort that he saw fit to stand alongside him. Then he had to flee before he gushed about his pops.
He asked his pops, who only said that the answer would come to him in time. Which was of no help whatsoever.
He asked his mom, she at least tried to help somewhat. Giving him some equipment to ward off any ghost who would try and forcibly take him as a consort, which had a low chance of happening considering his strength, but he was happy about it regardless.
He then finally asked his dad, after making sure that vampiric leech isn't near any of his human parents. Surprisingly, he had a pretty good idea of what to do.
He was a halfa, wasn't he? Why limit himself to just ghosts? Surely, due to his half-human status he could choose someone near his age among humanity.
Well, not in those exact words, but it was a great idea regardless! Plus, they never did specify if he had to choose a ghost consort anyways.
Now he just had to decide who to pick, really. His two best friends are out of the option, they're close, but not in that sort of way. Plus, Sam is busy with Undergrowth and Tucker bonding with Technus who was apparently apart of his family tree somewhere along the line.
Then, when he was sorting through the letters and was sure his eyes were about to bleed from reading so many fancy words, he felt it. A tug in his chest, gently urging him somewhere, and you know what, it's way better than what he was doing now, so he answered.
He felt the clothes he was swearing in that moment fade into away into the outfit he wore for his coronation. A suit, a crown made of the coldest ice from the Far Frozen, a cape made from the stars along with various little knickknacks made from various gems and a veil hung over his face.
He looked pretty good, if he says so himself. Though he didn't and still doesn't know the purpose of the veil.
He appeared in what looked like an event for a high society party, most likely filled with various rich people. He floated up and quickly looked over the people and released a sigh of relief that Vlad wasn't here, say what you will, but he doesn't fancy meeting with someone who's actively trying to seduce his dad.
He folded his arms behind his back, trying to imitate the imposing figure of his father from his place in the air, looking down at the cultists(?) below who summoned him.
"Who dares summon me." He stated, rule number one, statements hold power, questions do not. The cultist below fell to his knees, either out of devotion or fear, he didn't know.
"Oh, Prince of the infinite, we called you today for the sole purpose of serving this world to one of your standing, please let us be your servants and spare us when you plunge the world into ruin!" Ah, devotion, then. His eyes bore into the woman (from the sound of her voice) below, his silence working well to unnerve her and the other guests.
"Hm." The reward was already stated, but he neither wants too nor will take over the world. "Denied." It was short, swift, and to the point in his books, he thinks he's doing well acting out Pariah Dark!
"B-but my liege, the king-"
"What the king has been known for in the past, has nothing to do with me. You dare to assume something about me, lowly human." The human below him was actually fully blown shivering, now, slamming her head down onto the floor and shouting out a number of apologies.
Rule number two, do not take back requests you have already denied.
Ok, now he feels bad, that probably hurt a lot. But he's already come this far so-
"Is that the only reason you have called me, or do you require something else. Much of my time is not something you can afford." The woman was most undoubtedly about to say something, probably more apologies, or maybe something else, but the sounds of fighting reached the room and the doors slammed opened, the body of a cultist(?) flying through the air and the appearance of what were most likely heroes.
"Well?" He let that question slide, the cold around the room descending around the woman below as a bunch of other cultists tried to fight off the heroes.
The woman seemed hysterical with worry, most likely not wanting to go to jail, perhaps. She quickly took her head off the floor and tried to stand up, almost falling back to the ground but managing to find her footing. "M-my liege, please help us!"
He tilted his head. "And as to what, would you give me?"
"The sacrifice, yes! The sacrifice!" The woman quickly pointed below him, and only then, did Danny realize there was a boy bound below him, only to be met with a glare.
Danny hummed. Yes. That will do. "It shall be done."
Danny waved his hand, ice sprouting from the ground to force the heroes and cultists apart and then blasting a hole through the nearby wall and to the outside, a path of ice leading down to the ground. "Go." He commanded, the woman nodding her head quickly and calling to the others and disappearing outside, he then blocked off the hole with ice.
He then slowly floated downwards, besides the bound human, ignoring the shattering of ice and footfalls of no doubt the heroes trying to stop him from what he was doing. He leaned over the boy- about his age- and asked one question.
"Do you wish to become my consort?"
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