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talzane · 2 years

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Highly disappointed that the “Infinite” Realms is always just full of ghosts. Monster AUs have so much potential, especially with all the DC crossovers. Vampires that can subsist off the pure energy of ectoplasm present in the air, so they’re never hungry. They can grow/hide/exist all by themselves. Alternately, the realms could act as a base of indefinite preparation for them if they decide to do anything to an infinite number of worlds. Werewolves that are free to play like wolves, to hunt the game they seeded their own dimension/realm with, to be perfectly free. The Yetis who used their magic to make their own home in the Realms as the Ice Age began to fail them. Duulaman’s Egypt, home of an entire sorcerous people, capable of casting the souls of their people into an eternal realm where they could thrive forever in, essentially, the field of reeds. The Mummies found there reanimated so that their revered ancestors could walk amongst them again, or their bodies rejuvenated (good plot there if Hotep-Ra, a traitor, was left as a mummy by his people when everybody else was brought back to life). Pandora, Guardian of Hope, and her Realm of Elysium, a home for all the monsters of Ancient Greece who were cast out/shunned/destroyed by society. A place of healing for the traumatized Minotaur (he was raised to kill people in a dark maze, that’s gotta be traumatic), cursed Medusa, etc (seriously, a rehab center where you can literally hold Hope in your hands when you have none...hek). Not to mention, since she guards Hope, it could be a literal object, and Vlad stealing Hope but not knowing how to use its power is a *highly* interesting plot to me. Somewhere that Desiree, a djinni, can avoid the people who’d only attempt to abuse her power to grant wishes. (There are so many more things to add...Liches, Witch Covens, Dora and Aragon’s Kingdom of Mattingly [dragons], other creatures) Sure, some beings there--like Skulker--want to fight, but by the very nature of Lairs/Realms, he can’t follow others into their homes and expect to survive, so they are safer than anywhere else. The ghosts and creatures that love to battle are free to do so in the regenerative chaos of the realms. The ghosts who want to be left alone can find their own slice of infinity. It truly is, or at least could be, a paradise for everybody... Which makes Pariah Dark so much eviler. The moment he awoke, he destroyed people’s homes so they couldn’t hide from him, he enslaved entire peoples to make thralls for his army, he devoured ghosts--absorbing their essence--to rebuild his lost strength, he used those armies to attack the realms capable of resisting him for a time, he pulled a resisting city into the Realms as an act of aggression. Everything he did was in stark contrast to the path of existence the nations of the realms had chosen, and his will was absolute; all the beings capable of being compelled were compelled to serve him, every lich lost their phylactery to him and were forced to submit to him, every free group was under threat of slavery or extinction. Even Vortex and Undergrowth, two incredibly dark beings, resisted as well as they could, but had Danny not attacked Pariah Dark’s center of power, even they would have fallen. Essentially, Danny stopping Pariah Dark would have far more of an impact, yet also none at all as it would be mostly behind the scenes. Danny, all of fourteen years old, battled the evilest being to have existed at that time in a fight to the death without any guarantee of survival. Frostbite and the other beings, feeling the weakness of Pariah’s forces, since he was occupied with Danny and the attacking ghost forces, launched their own counterattack and arrived before Danny’s duel was over to see Danny, still so small even in the battle suit, fighting the titanic mass of Pariah Dark, King of all Ghosts. Frostbite, left arm shredded by a summoned beast, watched in fascinated horror as Danny’s strength waned, but he still forced Dark back. Pandora, Guardian of Hope, watched a tiny child stare down a stone-face goliath. Vortex, for all his wrath, couldn’t have stood against Pariah, but that diminutive whelp was a storm unto himself and nothing, not even Pariah Dark, it seemed, could stand against a force of nature. Nocturne, Lord of Sleep, King of Dreams, and once a slave to Pariah Dark, had suffered from nightmares since Pariah’s return; his dream realm had fallen, his sleepwalkers obliterated, his precious, harvested dreams destroyed, and Pariah had once again enslaved Nocturne, yet the power of Pariah’s ritual was waning, and Nocturne felt himself awakening from his nightmare. He watched a tiny child, someone who should be dreaming instead of facing down a nightmare, deliver the dream of the king of dreams; Pariah was being forced into his sarcophagus. For Frostbite, Danny became the Great One; to Pandora, he was a child of Hope, a miracle (it didn’t hurt that he locked a great evil in a box either); to Vortex, he was a little storm, a squall; to Nocturne, Danny was a savior and a dream come true, surely, Nocturne could repay him with good dreams...maybe even for the little one’s entire Lair... All I’m saying is that context is everything, and having Vortex be a literal embodiment of storms and nature rather than just a ghost with storm powers is a lot more enticing to me. Pandora being Danny’s ghost mom is great, but her seeing him as a child of what she embodies rather than just “he is smol, I must help,” seems richer. Then there’s the DC crossover potential once Danny inevitably begins letting the peaceful individuals stay in Amity Park under his protection, or sending those who’d fit in to the Infinite Realms (Mr. Freeze and Nora relocating to the Far Frozen where he can get all the help he needs, not live in his suit, and either turn Nora into a ghost or cure her, Poison Ivy to live with Undergrowth [kinda like that island she had in the Bahamas], Killer Croc most likely to Egypt, Harley would fit in with Kitty and Johnny’s level of crazy, etc.). Imagine Batman investigating all his missing rogues, but when he eventually tracks them down, he finds them living peacefully in an infinite realm of places where they can’t hurt anybody permanently, and the people there are similarly obsessive/crazy. But also, Ghost King Danny, Protector of the Infinite Realms, etc., etc., leading an army of “monsters” to defend Earth from Darkseid, or, since Darkseid is always after the Anti-life Equation (considering all their different abilities, it would make sense for ghosts/ectoplasm to be the essence of the equation), defending the Infinite Realms against Darkseid/the Anti-Monitor. That’s all neglecting the chaos potential of Jack and Maddie believing all things not expressly human are ghosts. I also firmly think that since the Infinite Realms connect all universes, there can only ever be one ghost/ectoplasmic entity of any given individual regardless of the universe(s) of origin, and I have written pseudoscience for it (using some computer science and physics ideas, so it makes sense with less hand-waving). That’s neither here nor there, so I will end this before it gets any longer. Anyways, that’s the thought I just had, figured I’d share it with y’all and see if y’all were interested.

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hannahmanderr · 1 year

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DannyMay 2023 Day 1 - Fantasy AU

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Summary: In which Danny finds that when a stranger offers him help, it's probably too good to be true. (FFN)

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Danny didn’t notice the little ghost until he collided with it at breakneck speed, sending both tumbling head over heels.

“Ohmigosh,” Danny said once he’d righted himself. He darted over to the little ghost, who was more disoriented than he. Being only a foot tall or so, they’d fallen harder and farther. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you! I was just in such a hurry -”

The little ghost shook their head, although their eyes still seemed somewhat unfocused. “Aye, nothin’ about it, yeh hear?”

Danny tilted his head. The ghost’s accent sounded Irish, or maybe it was Scottish. Celtic? He never knew what the difference was. And accents didn’t mean much anyway in the Ghost Zone. They weren’t exactly the greatest indicator of where a ghost was from, although Danny had heard of a reclusive tribe of spirits living out past the Forest of the Lost who exclusively spoke in an accent of buzzes.

“And where might yeh be travelin’ in such a rush?” the ghost asked, brushing off their gauzy green dress.

“Oh, um, I got this summons, I think? From Princess Dora? Or maybe it’s Queen Dora now…”

The little ghost regarded him for a long moment before their elven ears twitched and they broke into a too-wide grin. “Aye, Princess Dorathaea of Mattingly! Yeh shoulda mentioned somethin’ sooner!”

Danny found himself at a bit of a loss. “I - what? But you just asked me.”

“If yeh allow me,” the ghost said, as if Danny hadn’t spoken, “I believe there lies a passage fer speedier travel to the Dragon Kingdom near me home. It would do me no greater pleasure than to take yeh there! Ease up the journey a bit, aye?”

Danny wasn’t sure if his head was still spinning from his tumble or from the little ghost’s rapid escalation to asking to escort him. Most ghosts he met would’ve probably blasted him halfway across the Zone by now, so he supposed it shouldn’t be surprising that there would be ghosts who would tend to the other extreme of over-hospitality.

He was also starting to register more of the ghost’s appearance. Long, charcoal gray cornsilk hair draped down their back. It was neatly slicked back at the top, leaving plenty of room for their large, pointed ears. Where their nose should’ve been were only two small slits, and their grin (which reminded Danny of the Cheshire Cat) revealed two rows of yellowed, razor sharp teeth.

Their wings distracted him most. They reminded him of dragon wings in how they tapered to points up and down their whole length, but these were gossamer thin. They matched the ghost’s chalky white skin, but Danny was pretty sure he could see the Zone’s trademark swirls of ectoplasm through the wings. They stayed perfectly still, too, which admittedly wasn’t as surprising for a creature that could probably fly without wings already.

“I’m - uhh,” Danny stammered when he realized he’d probably been staring a little longer than what could be considered polite. “That’s okay, really, I’m a fast flier…”

“Aye, but yeh shouldn’t keep the princess waitin’, yeh know. Yeh’ve been summoned, after all!”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the little ghost that just felt… off. It was setting off his instincts, both human and ghostly. Still though, it was probably only because they hadn’t attacked him yet, and he wasn’t used to meeting friendly faces while traveling through the Ghost Zone. And he didn’t want to offend them. If he’d learned anything since first entering the Zone, it was that most ghosts had very particular ideas about social cues.

He sighed. “Alright,” he relented. “If it’ll be faster, why not?”

If possible, the little ghost’s grin grew even wider. “Excellent!” they said before shooting off. Danny had to scramble to catch up. For their tiny size, they were extremely fast.

“Me kin and I live just on that island o’er there,” they chirped when he caught up. “Yeh’ll love it!”

Danny frowned. “I thought you said the portal was near your home, not in it.”

The little ghost laughed - a discordant tinkling like the dopey toy piano his baby cousin owned. “Oh, no sonny! Tis a passageway, not a portal. A Fetch, if yeh want a proper name!”

“Wait, like a dog?”

The ghost laughed again. “Yer a little fledgling, aren’t yeh? Yeh’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Danny was still trying to remember what on earth “fledgling” meant (and if he should be offended by it) when they arrived on the lush green island. The foliage reminded him of something he’d see on Earth. Stuff in the Zone tended to veer towards the “weird” end of the spectrum, including the plant life, but everything here - the grass, the flowers, the trees - all could’ve been taken straight from a human forest.

The ghosts were a different story. They all had a similar facial structure to the little ghosts and the same tapered ears, but most similarities ended there. Their hair and skin varied between shades of green, black, purple, blue, and gray. Some let their hair hang loose; others had theirs done up in elaborate braids threaded with flowers and leaves. Most wore loose, flowy dresses or tunics in muted earth tones. Though they were all small in size, they ranged anywhere from a few inches to a couple of feet.

The only other thing they seemed to have in common were the wings, but they came in such a wide variety that it was difficult to see other similarities. Some were shimmery. Some were feathered. Some were veiny, like leaves. Some were jagged and torn. He thought he spotted at least one whose wings looked like branches from a tree.

He couldn’t help but gawk as he and the little ghost made their way through the forest. It was reciprocated by the other ghosts, who watched him with a hungry curiosity in their eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, a pair of ghosts no bigger than his hand giggled and ducked behind a tree as he passed by. One, sitting alone on a tree branch and kicking its bare feet, began chattering in a language Danny didn’t recognize. In the distance, he heard the lilting notes of a flute.

“By the way,” the little ghost said, shaking him out of his stupor, “I don’t believe I caught yer name before.”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the situation that was setting off his alarm bells, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it had to do with the eerily human environment. Maybe it was putting his two halves at odds with each other.

Still though, he wondered why a little voice in the back of his head was pressing him not to answer the little ghost.

“I’m Phantom,” he finally settled on. Then, because he was feeling tense and because it was a force of habit, he said, “Or punk, if you’re feeling friendly. Or just ghost boy, or whelp, or-”

“Aye, I knew I recognized yeh,” the little ghost interrupted. “Yeh have quite the reputation there, sonny.”

Danny flushed green. “Yeah, that’s… I’m definitely not the most popular guy in the Zone, that’s for sure.”

“But yeh also have the power to back it up, I hear!” The little ghost faced him. “Such a young ‘un… and yet powerful enough to be named Pariah’s Bane…”

He fiddled with one of the little pouches on his belt. He might be used to Frostbite and his tribe lauding his praises by now, but he still hated having attention drawn to some of his bigger exploits. It was especially embarrassing hearing it come from a complete stranger.

He was too preoccupied with his self-consciousness to notice the hungry glint in the little ghost’s eyes.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, did you mention your name already? I’m sorry if I missed it.” He hoped his guide would latch onto the change of subject.

To his surprise, he felt their aura flinch away, although their body didn’t show it. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - it happened all the time when he managed to get the upper hand on an enemy and he was able to assert his own power and aura - but it was unexpected given the situation.

“Me kin and me,” they said tightly, “we prefer to use, ah, a more communal means of callin’ each other. Makes things easier for all of us, yeh know?”

The alarm bells in Danny’s head were ringing louder now. He still wasn’t quite sure why, but he found himself thinking of Sam and her fixation on mythology. He couldn’t remember exactly what she might’ve said to trigger his memory now, though. Maybe he needed to start paying more attention to her raves about myths and legends.

Hadn’t there been a story about a group of creatures that were touchy about names? Maybe…

“Ah, here we are!” the little ghost said. Their face had relaxed somewhat and the tension had drained from their voice. “The Fetch! Gets yeh where yer s’posed to be in the blink of an eye!”

Danny looked to where the ghost was gesturing proudly, but he didn’t see whatever he was supposed to see. It was just an empty patch of grass, no different than the rest of the grass on the island. Granted, it was kind of hard to think between the anxious thoughts and the hypnotic flute music, both of which had grown noticeably louder.

The little ghost floated forward but stopped when they noticed Danny wasn’t following. “What be the matter, sonny?” they asked.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. He was still searching for an identifiable portal or device or something in the grass and trying to ignore the nagging voice in his head (that had suspiciously taken on Sam’s voice) telling him not to listen.

The ghost was now frowning. “Yeh - yeh have to come over here for it to work, yeh know! Won’t do yeh any good from all the way over there!”

Danny had stopped listening. He’d found what the Sam-voice was pressing him to notice.

“Um, on second thought,” he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. Gingerly, he floated backwards, away from the line of off-white mushrooms a few inches in front of him. “I think I’m okay, really. I’m sure Dora will understand if it takes me a bit longer…”

The little ghost’s lips curled back, revealing their razor-sharp teeth again. The music cut off abruptly. Danny felt the ectoplasm around him still suddenly as several auras flared towards him. He whipped around only to see a dozen or so of the little ghost’s kin surrounding him and edging their way toward him, their teeth bared as well. The wicked gleam in each of their eyes sent chills down his spine.

“I think yeh’ll want to do as I tell yeh to, sonny,” the little ghost growled. Their voice grew dangerously low and soft. “It’ll be easier for yeh if yeh cooperate.”

Danny glared at the group of ghosts advancing on him, trying to wield his own aura against their collective one. With a particularly strong push, he snarled, and he felt his eyes blaze a little brighter. Two or three of the ghosts hesitated, but the rest of the group was unfazed by his show of power. If anything, they looked even hungrier than they had before.

“If you know my reputation so well,” he quipped, twisting back to face the little ghost, “you’d know I don’t have the best track record of listening to people!”

Their laugh was dark. “Yeh think so, eh?” They drifted languidly towards Danny. “Yer not as bright as they say. Even the little ‘uns know not to cross paths with us. They know how dangerous we can be.”

The group behind him was maybe a few meters away. “Oh, but yeh, yer different. Such a unique child… Such untold power…” the little ghost purred. They licked their lips. “Imagine what me and me kin can do with a spirit like yeh…”

Danny barked a laugh, but it was hollow. He tried to suppress his rapidly increasing fear by calling up another burst from his aura. “Yeah, right. There’s no way I’m doing anything you tell me to. Now that I know what you are, anyway.” The burst only succeeded in delaying the approaching group by a few seconds.

The little ghost - the faerie - laughed again. “A bit late, if yeh ask me. Shoulda realized before yeh told me yer name, hm?” They must’ve noticed the way Danny’s glare faltered at that statement, because their lips stretched thin in a maniacal smile.

“We might not be as powerful as yeh,” they said with barely contained glee, “but we have ways to… compensate, yeh might say. Give us yer name and yeh give us protection ‘gainst any attack yeh throw at us.”

Danny cursed under his breath. Ancients, he should’ve just listened to his instincts when they’d first kicked in. He should’ve known that when both his ghost and human halves were telling him a situation was Not GoodTM, it was usually true.

“Aye, and yer name gives us somethin’ else, too,” the faerie continued. They raised a clawed, bony finger and pointed it straight at Danny.

At first, he was confused. Nothing happened. Then a shooting pain ran straight through his core, causing him to double over midair. It embedded itself into his core and pulled. Even though he couldn’t see anything physically stuck in his chest, he could see strands of bright green ectoplasmic energy - his energy - winding out of his chest, where his core was, and towards the faerie. His stomach turned in horror as he realized whatever had hooked into him was siphoning his energy away. He was helpless to stop it.

The slits in the faerie’s face widened as they inhaled deeply, drawing Danny’s energy into their own body. He felt their aura flare, and they sighed contentedly.

“A little bit of a slower process,” they said with their Cheshire Cat grin, “but a good meal is worth waitin’ for, eh?”

“Share! Share!” the group behind him began hissing. Danny tried to growl in response, but it came out as more of a whimper than anything.

“Quit yer whinin’,” the faerie said. “Yeh’ll get yer turn soon enough. He won’t be leavin’ anytime soon.” Then, to Danny, they continued, “Most of our, shall we say, guests don’t stay very long, yeh see. The humans, they end up starvin’. And the other creatures that come to our home, they just don’t have enough in them to share fer long. They got little cores. Can only hold so much, yeh know?” They laughed, its discordant tinkling causing Danny to cringe in pain.

“Ah, but yeh and yer core. Yer somethin’ of legend, sonny. The stories of yer power, how yeh managed to wrangle the fiercest of opponents… Why, they say yeh even came back from Oblivion’s door when yeh felled Lord Pariah. Very few beins’ can do somethin’ like that… Very few indeed…”

The faerie spread their hand that wasn’t pointing at Danny. “He’s too fast, they say. Too clever, they say. Too much to be reckoned with. We’d never get the chance to have a go at yeh. But look now! Yeh delivered yerself right to us!” With a wicked grin, they crooked their pointed finger. “And now we have yeh at our mercy.”

Danny gasped as the hook in his core twisted sharply. His hands pressed against his chest in a fruitless effort to stop the strands of energy from leaving his body. His core screeched and, trying to defend itself, drove its own energy against the foreign presence. Frost began to crystallize on his fingers and the tips of his hair, and he realized with a start that his eyes were glowing bright enough to cast a light onto the ground beneath him.

Of course, this only succeeded in giving the faerie a larger pool of energy to draw from. Their smile stretched wider as they reveled in the energy spiraling their way.

“Yeh know,” they said, almost lazily, “this would be so much easier on yeh if yeh just step o’er that line there.”

Danny gritted his teeth. Through the haze of the pain, he managed to shake his head. Snowflakes fell from his hair as his head moved.

The faerie tilted their head. “No matter, really. We have all we need to make yeh cooperate.” Their eyes began to glow the same green as Danny’s energy. His heart dropped violently. If he was remembering Sam’s stories right, he had a horrible feeling he knew what they were about to do.

“Come to me, Phantom,” they whispered, their voice low and ominous. Danny screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable consequence of the command.

It never came.

The faerie growled. “Phantom, I command you to come to me!” they said, agitated.

An unseen force tugged weakly at Danny’s body, but despite the pain and energy loss, he easily resisted. He hesitated, then opened his eyes. True enough, he hadn’t moved.

The faerie faltered. “What is the meanin’ of this?” they shouted. Their extended finger lowered the slightest bit. As it dropped, he felt the siphon attached to his core slacken.

It was enough for Danny. In a panic to take advantage of the reprieve and with a wave of adrenaline, his core ignited. He didn’t try to contain it. With a guttural yell, he let the energy explode outward in a supernova of bright light.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in the center of a ring of icy spikes, radiating out towards the faeries. A couple who had been closer to him, including the one who had attempted to command him, had been frozen instantly. The remaining faeries hissed in fury, but they didn’t approach the barricade of ice. Some of them even took a few hesitant steps away.

Danny didn’t waste any time. With the connection severed, he gathered the last few dredges of energy he had left and shot straight up. Once he cleared the canopy of trees, he picked a direction he was mostly certain was towards the portal and followed it as fast as he could.

He had only been flying for a few minutes when his core finally gave out. He managed to land on a tiny, rocky island before his transformation rings washed over him, leaving him human. He crawled over to a crevice between two particularly large rocks and squeezed himself inside. He had no idea if the faeries would try to chase him or not. Being caught in human form with a depleted core sounded like a nightmare.

Shakily, he inhaled, trying to absorb the ambient ectoplasm. It’d be a while before he’d be able to build up enough energy to get somewhere safer. Maybe Pandora’s. She’d let him stay with her before. He just hoped Dora wasn’t too upset with him.

His eyes slipped shut. He was just so tired, so spent after losing such a large amount of energy in such a short period of time. Surely he wouldn’t be spotted, folded in between these two stones. He’d be okay if he just rested for a minute, right?

As Danny drifted into sleep, he wondered if he would’ve been able to get away if he’d told the faerie his true name.

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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How Can You Resist?

To say the library was extensive would be a severe understatement. The whole room seemed to expand as Kaldur wandered throughout the stacks. There was only one other visitor to the library who sat at one of the tables perusing a rather large tome. He was a rather large ghost who appeared to be male and wore a long purple cloak. Eventually Kaldur came across a section of Atlantean text, much to his surprise, many of which appeared to be romantic poetry and love stories. Kaldur came across one of his favorite novels and sat down to read, not noticing when the only other occupant stopped paying attention to his book and began watching him instead.

But then again can people so rarely tell when he’s watching.

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Three hours, Danny had been stuck in this meeting for three hours. Why the Second Brother felt the need to go on a tangent of proper wing care, Danny’s not sure, but it had been going on long enough. Once the Second Brother paused Danny jumped in before he could continue.

“I am incredibly grateful that you took the time to inform me of such important traditions, however it seems we have run over our allotted meeting time and I must attend to some urgent duties.” Both Spirits rose from their seats and grasped arms. “It was an honor to meet such an accomplished warrior Lord Second, may your wings never falter”

The large winged man replied “And may the wind carry you far. Thank you for this opportunity, it was a pleasure speaking with you.” He hesitated for a moment before letting go of Danny’s hand. With those parting words Danny exited the room and is greeted by the Fright Knight.

“My liege” he greeted with a slight bow “how did it go?” He asked eagerly.

Danny gave a short chuckle “It went well, he seemed to be preening throughout the meeting with how much he boasted about his realm. That’s 2 out of the Twelve done. I need to see if there’s anything I can to speed these along, I made a promise to Kaldur and I intend to keep it.” He grinned at Fright Knight “Speaking of meetings, how did your meeting with the Knights of Mattingly, any suitable knights? How IS Dora doing? Did you ask her?” Danny raised his eyebrow.

Fright Knight gave a slight echoing cough “There are a few promising candidates that stood out, though none who stood a chance against my prized pupil. Truly your daughter takes after you, my King, as she quickly sent them running for their shields.” Danny sent a proud smile toward Fright Knight.

“Well she’s had a great teacher, we’ll have to set up a date for a proper sparring session. We haven’t really been able to spar together since the coronation.” Danny smirked “Now stop using Elle to dodge the question, how did it go?”

If it was possible for the knight to blush he would make a tomato jealous, instead his flames flared up as he responded “Queen Dorthea has granted me the honor of being her escort to the treaty celebration.”

“Congratulations Fright! Now that you have a date to the ball I gotta ask when was the last time you went to a ball to actually dance?” Danny asked as he walked only to stop as he realized he lost his companion. He looked at Fright Knight and carefully asked “You do know she’s gonna want to dance with her right?” Never before had Danny seen the grand knight look so nervous. “Don’t worry big guy there are still 10 more meetings to go before the Ball, you’ll have time to practice.” He said with a laugh. The two ghosts continued down the hall, seemingly unaware of the shadows that stalked them, waiting to strike.

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Kaldur was just finishing his book when the other occupant of the library approached him.

“A lovely story, if a bit tragic” Kaldur looked up in surprise as he did not notice the stranger approach.

With a cautious smile Kaldur responded “Perhaps, but it is one of my favorites.” The other man stands there for a moment staring at Kaldur as if trying to figure out a particularly interesting puzzle.

“How are you finding Phantom’s Keep? I trust you are making a speedy recovery.”

“Between Frostbite and Danny, I should be fully recovered before I return to my team. It’s interesting so far, I have not been able to explore much yet but it’s been interesting so far.” Kaldur sighs “In truth I find it difficult to relax, not knowing when I will be returning and being in an unfamiliar environment.”

The stranger nods “Completely understandable, I believe Danny sometime forget how the zone affects others. After all, the Infinite Realms were not meant for the living, though none shall be turned away.” He pauses “What do you intend to do with your newfound knowledge of the Realms Kaldur’ahm?” Kaldur looks at the stranger confused and suspicious, he grins in response. “The Realms are an extremely difficult place to reach… while alive, and many people would positively kill for the chance to learn even a fraction of what you have seen. In fact a few have killed for that knowledge, not that it helped them any.”

Kaldur is getting ready to answer when the stranger interrupt him. “No need to answer now. When the time comes you’ll know your answer, besides I think your time would much be better spent rushing to the aid of our dear King.”

“What do you mean?!” Kaldur demands

“We’ll you see, at this very moment Danny is being viciously attacked by a group of assassins. If you hurry you should be able to assist him.” The stranger says with a smirk.

“Where is he?!” The smiling stranger just floats away and Kaldur immediately gives chase until he comes across an empty courtyard, the stranger gone. He doesn’t have to wait long before a massive form comes barreling through the the castle doors before falling to the ground.

“Oh woe is me! I have been beset upon by assassins! Thieves in the night!” He bellowed he turned very dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes falling to his knees. A group of flying children surround him

“Avast ye matey! Surrender the princess and we shall spare your life!” Cried the child dressed as a pirate

The giant paused in his dramatics uncovering his face to reveal Danny himself as he replied “Sorry Youngblood, Elle’s not here today.” He then struck a dramatic pose pointing at the pirate “You shall never take the princess from these lands! I will forfeit my life before I forfeit my daughter!”

The pirate seemed to pause for a moment. “Your life shall be spared this day, but in exchange you must surrender to us your cookies instead!”

Danny nodded and then called out “Very well Captain Youngblood. Garçon bring me the finest cookies in all the land!” Kaldur couldn’t take it any longer as he let out a laugh. The pirate vanished from his sight and the rest of the children fled to hide behind Danny. Danny looked sharply until he saw Kaldur, then he turned towards the children. “Hey, hey calm down, it’s okay. This is just my friend Kaldur he’s not gonna hurt you I promise. Would you like to meet him?” He asked softly.

Danny turned around and slowly made his way toward Kaldur, shrinking to normal size as he walks towards him. A little ghost girl peaking out from behind his cape. Kaldur crouched down to greet her. “Hello, my name is Kaldur, what’s your name?”

“Mama says I’m not supposed to tell my name to strangers…” Danny then turns to the girl

“That is exactly correct! So what do we say when people ask for your name?” He asked with a wide grin. The little girl jumped into the air causing Kaldur to look up.

“I am the mighty Box Lunch fear me and meet your boxed lunch doom!!!” Kaldur looks surprised while Danny fell to the ground laughing. When he finally got a hold himself he turned to Kaldur

“Would you like to join us we were about to go raid the kitchens for cookies? I have a little time before the next meeting.” Kaldur stood and looked at Danny with a raised brow.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early for dessert?” He teased

Danny then picked up one of the children and held him in front of Kaldur “Look at him! He’s practically skin and bones we need to fatten them up and if I have to eat cookies before dinner, well that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” He said solemnly. Danny grinned and whispered something into the child’s ear. The young ghost then looked at Kaldur with what had to be the biggest pair off puppy dog eyes he had ever seen. “C‘Mon how could you resist these eyes?” Kaldur looked Danny right in the eyes for a moment. Danny gave a slight gulp.

“I don’t think I can.” He held out his hands for Danny to pass him the child. “Shall we go get some cookies before you all wither away?” The children cheered and jumped on Kaldur clinging to his arms. “Lead the way your majesty.” Danny’s face was ablaze as he turned around sharply and coughed.

“Alright everyone, FORWARD MARCH!! To the kitchens!” They all disappeared into the castle laughing.

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From the roof of the castle Clockwork watches the interaction.

“Every moment he is here, a new branch is formed in the timeline. I can’t wait to see what happens next” he stated before taking a bite of a rather chewy glowing cookie.

In the distance the sound of drums is heard.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #cold current #dc x dp #danny/kaldur #kaldur'ahm #cross posted on ao3 #pt 6

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Good morning Amity Park, I'm your weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Thursday, February 9, and there’s a 100% chance of rain and some snow. Highs are in the mid forties and lows are in the mid thirties.

No ghost attacks occurred yesterday, but this morning, Danny Phantom was seen battling an executioner ghost. It is unknown who won the battle or if the executioner ghost remains free to roam Amity Park as of now.

Casper High will be working with Miss Dora Mattingly to host a surprise Miss Teenage Happy Princess Beauty Pageant on Monday. Only Casper High students are permitted to enter in the pageant.

The Fentons will likely be driving today so be careful on the roads.

#amity park #danny phantom #lance thunder #unreality #daily report #02/09/06

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Hello! :-D

Quick Question: What is your headcanon on why some ghosts are just crazy strong and others more or less ordinary people?

Not talking about the Ancients, but, like, Technus, Ember, Johnny 13, heck, even the Lunch Lady kind of. And ordinary people... hm, the people in Dorathea's kingdom?

Love your work, btw! I'm always blown away by your writing! Literally makes my day better! Wish you the best! <3

Hello! X3

First off, thank you so much!! I'm always happy to hear people enjoy my writing~ And I hope you know you've brightened my day up too. <3

As for your question, I will begin with a general warning: This response will include discussions about MULTIPLE CHARACTER DEATHS. Please proceed with caution!

There are a lot of headcanons in the fandom in general about this one, but I think the most general response for this would be: how powerful a ghost is directly correlates to their death. So things like: How did they die? When did they die? Thoughts/emotions during their death, etc. This also ties into headcanons about cores and Obsessions and the like.

I'll use your example of Ember. A lot of people headcanon that she died in a house fire and that's why she has flaming hair. Most often I see the explanation that she had been home alone after being stood up by a crush when her house caught on fire and she perished within, forgotten. Hence why her popular song has her chanting "Remember". I actually have a similar but different rendition of this headcanon where she did indeed die in a house fire because her parents had been out on date night and- despite her mother's reminders- she forgot to turn off the oven and slept right through the alarm. And by the time she woke up, it was too late.

In this context, I would say because she was cognizant before her death, she had time to realize what was about to happen to her, which made her impression on ectoplasm much stronger, hence creator a stronger ghost.

This also ties into let's say... Box Ghost. For Box Ghost, I headcanon that he worked in a warehouse while he was alive. There's backstory to this idea too; his coworkers had been considering unionizing and going on strike because of the poor pay and dangerous working conditions. Boxy might have even gone with them... had he not been killed due to those very same working conditions.

His death is unexpected. He's crushed by heavy machinery and/or equipment. He has no time to rationalize what's going on, but his last thoughts are about living a better life, which helps create his ghost... But because there's no strong imprint, his ghost has a very basic rendition or memory of what his life used to be. He died holding a box, he remembers that the box is important to him. His ghost builds and grows of that basic impression. You get the idea.

There are also headcanons about natives of the Ghost Zone. Like Frostbite. Different people have different names for it, I usually use terms like ectoplasmic entities, since 'ghosts' typically imply they had lived at one point. Whereas these people had never been mortal, but are still living their own lives. Yeah, it's complicated. 😅

Dora's citizens, or the people of Mattingly, could be that entity type. I don't remember if it was ever confirmed if Dora and Aragorn were ghosts or not, since the show always insisted that ghosts were essentially aliens from another world (despite giving Desiree a backstory where she died??? They really did not try hard to convince us otherwise.). A Glitch in Time seems to imply that they were ghosts though, which could lend credit to another idea:

Where you live in the Ghost Zone can make you more powerful. I know I talk about Marsalias a lot, but they really do have wonderful worldbuilding for the GZ. I recommend their Kingdoms of Fish series to get an idea of some possibilities out there.

I myself wrote the Ghost Zone to have similarities to the ocean. In the Trench, the ectoplasm is thicker and more congealed, if you will, which means anything that lurks or lives there is typically more dangerous, because their bodies must be stronger/hardier to move through the thicker ectoplasm.

Maybe the kingdom of Mattingly lives in an area of the Zone that's more suited for dragons, but also means that its citizens either have to be stronger to keep up or! If you headcanon that ghosts have different core elements, then they aren't suited for the area but stay because they can't or don't want to leave. Which would make them weaker.

There's also concepts that the stronger ghosts absorb more ectoplasm, leaving only crumbs for others. Aragorn could be consuming more ectoplasm, or maybe the amulet is a natural magnet for it. This would keep his people subjugated and deferential to him, while also maintaining homeostasis for his powers.

Lots of different options available for you if you wanted them. I use whatever suits my purposes, although I generally like the headcanon that it's a case-by-case situation, because then I don't have to make convoluted rules for myself. I can just say, "That's how [insert character here] works." And I've saved myself three weeks of insanity.

I hope this answered your question? lol I do have some other examples, but I hope this gave you a general idea, because if it gets any longer we would be here forever. XD

#halfagone replies #danny phantom headcanon

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So Alone (No You're Not)

My @invisobang fic! Sequel to last year's Invisobang fic. Find the links for that here.

It must be read first for this to make any sense at all :)

Word Count: 23,439

Summary:

Phantom's Keep. Much nicer than the old name. But all is not well and stone is not yet set. Danny navigates all of the expectations that are laid out for him as the rising Ghost King and what it really means. Not only for his human life, but Sam and Tucker's as well. Would they really be better off without him bogging them down?

Ao3

FFnet

This post has only the first chapter, you have to go to Ao3 or FFnet for the rest!

MONDAY 8 PM

“I guess we have some time to kill.” Sam wondered aloud. She was laying across the bed, kicking her feet idly. She picked at one of the fur blankets.

The room was full of various drapery and furs. Which made sense, seeing as it was a room fit for a king.

Yeesh, Danny still felt strange thinking about that. It felt like just yesterday Clockwork had popped into his room and demanded a meeting. Only for Danny to discover that, apparently, the GZ itself had chosen him to be the next King and oh, yeah, if he didn’t accept then the entirety of the Infinite Realms would destabilize. No pressure, right?

And if the Realms collapsed, Earth was next on the chopping block. His obsession made the choice for him, no way could he let something like that happen.

Yeah. That was a fun Monday afternoon. A whirlwind of the next two weeks went by, and now the trio were at the Keep. Pariah’s Keep to be exact. Danny felt shivers down his spine as he looked around the room.

Pariah probably used to live here, didn’t he? An unwanted thought told him to tear it to shreds, for what that tyrant had done, but it was washed away by his morals. Dora’s people had already done so much to restore the wartorn Keep, he didn’t want to cause any more damage.

Mattingly -Dora’s Kingdom- were spearheading the heavy project that was restoring the Keep. Dora herself had also been largely helpful in just organizing things, stuff Danny had no idea how to do. She even got him teachers to help him learn all the things he needed to know, if he was ever gonna be a good King. He’d never be able to thank her for all she’s done, but he certainly planned to try.

Sam stood up, walking around the bend in the room, where they hadn’t yet ventured. She found a door she hadn’t noticed at first.

“Check this out!” She shouted, waving them over. Danny came, but Tucker stayed where he’d collapsed on the bed’s pillows. The only response he gave was a tired sigh. When Danny neared he saw Sam, holding open a heavy door. What he saw behind it was shocking. It was a humongous closet, probably almost the size of his bedroom, if a bit narrower.

Sam entered first, surveying the clothes on either wall. She eyed the various pairs of shoes on the bottom shelves. She grabbed one that looked like it would hurt if thrown, but probably wouldn’t leave a bruise. Danny ducked out of her way as she exited, clearly on a mission.

Sam rounded the corner and lobbed the shoe at Tucker’s head.

“Hey!” He shouted, when smacked in the forehead with a heeled boot. Tucker shot up, grabbing the shoe and returning fire before he even realized what he’d been holding.

“What- where did you find a shoe?” Tucker questioned. Sam just took a step back and gestured to the closet. Tucker got up from the bed and looked curiously into the open doorway.

The closet was packed to the brim with clothes, but not unorganized. It was separated into three distinct sections, presumably one for each of them. Dora must've had a hand in picking out the wardrobes, because they were themed in their respective favorite colors. She was the only one who they were vaguely familiar enough with to know such a thing. Although it was also the colors most of them wore every day, so that probably clued her in. Or maybe it was sheer coincidence, who knows?

To the right was a wall of blacks and purples. It was ordered between tops, pants, skirts, and dresses. There were three pairs of shoes- black flats, what looked like black riding boots(one of which was missing), and a short pair of heels. The entire selection really looked like it’d been pulled from a renaissance festival, which Danny supposed was kinda Dora’s style.

It’d been a while since he’d been to one of those. The last time was probably in Middle school when Jazz-

Jazz.

Heckity.

Danny’s promise came back to him suddenly, the one he’d made with Sarah. His core rumbled slightly, nervously, in his chest. If he didn’t tell Jazz about the fight with Dash in the next week, Sarah was gonna tell her for him. Danny lets loose one time and it bites him in the butt. Of course, just his luck. If Jazz got that video without any context she would immediately turn and start trying to psycho-analyze him. He wouldn’t be able to hide anything from her if she was looking for it.

Really, Jazz deserved to know what was going on. But Danny didn’t want to tell her. That’d be like making the whole thing real- if it wasn’t real enough already.

Danny turned back to the room. That was a future Danny problem. (Not Dan, to be exact. Just Danny-but-a-week-from-now. He didn’t want to think about what will have happened in that week).

Sam pawed through her selection of clothes, humming at some of the options. She got a disgusted look on her face when she saw a ballgown. It was at least purple, but still way out of Sam’s usual style. Danny floated to watch over Sam’s shoulder and saw a tag on the dress in ghost speak. Sam turned and held it up for him to read, and Danny did so aloud.

“Every girl needs at least one. From Dorathea.”

“I guess,” Sam said sarcastically. She shoved the dress back into place, intending to forget about it no doubt.

To the right of the closet was a sea of yellows, gold, and various neutral browns. Clearly meant for Tucker. There were comparatively fewer clothes for him than Sam, though it was still a full wardrobe’s worth. Tucker’s eyes sparkled as he marveled at the selection. His was organized similarly, and was just as medieval. But that didn’t seem to bother him. He pulled a few things off the racks and judged them against himself in the mirror. They all looked to be around the right size, if a bit small for him. Tucker’s growth spurt had done him very few favors, so far. (That didn’t keep Danny from being salty that the top of his head only came up to Tucker’s nose.)

Finally, at the end of the room was Danny’s section. An ocean of blues and silver. As well as some whites. A pop of green or two. Danny ran a hand along the fabric. It felt cool beneath his fingertips, obviously not of the Real World in origin. It was native to the GZ, it would seem. That was interesting. He wondered, who in the GZ made clothes? Did full ghosts even have a need for them? And what were they made of? Where did they sell them?

Danny realized suddenly there was so much he didn’t know about the GZ, and its culture. Guess that’s what happens when the only things you do in an alternate dimension are fight and meet up with a time god. And also become High King, apparently.

Sitting on a mannequin was a cape that made Danny’s core skip a beat.

It was a floor-length cloak, with a hood of white fur. The length was ombre, starting at a deep navy blue and ending in a dark teal-green.

Flashes passed before Danny’s eyes, memories of Clockwork’s time mirror and the damning image it’d shown.

Danny stepped forward gingerly. He reached out to the cloak so that he could feel the fabric. It was soft, and cool in his hands. Like a breeze. The fur was a stark white, maybe even brighter than his hair. The clasp was expertly crafted, mimicking Sam’s logo perfectly. It was a work of art, but Danny couldn’t help but hold ill will towards the garment.

A stray thought in his head said to burn it. Let it reduce to ashes in his hands. To take control of the story narrative. But he knew he couldn’t do that. He never would have, the future is the proof. And if that didn’t make him feel a bit hopeless, what would?

Danny abandoned the cloak and perused the rest of the clothes. He whistled lowly. He was particularly drawn to a rack of flowy dress shirts. He felt the material- it was soft and silky. Danny walked to the other side, hand tracing across the clothing yet again.

He marveled at how it all hummed ever-so-slightly under his fingertips.

As Danny was going through his clothes, Sam was pulling things off the rack. She went over to a floor-length mirror that hung in the closet and held things in front of her, comparing their styles. A sudden sharp grin crossed her face.

“What do you guys say to a bit of a fashion show?” She suggested gleefully. Tucker’s head popped up.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” He agreed. They looked to Danny. He shifted awkwardly.

“I suppose it can’t hurt. We just gotta make sure to put everything back.” His friends both shot him thumbs up.

“Since it was my idea I wanna go first, you guys out so I can change.” With that Sam shoved them out of the closet, left to her own devices.

“I wanted to go first.” Tucker mumbled. He threw himself into a plush chair that sat next to the bookshelf.

“How long do you reckon she’ll be?” Danny asked.

“No clue,” Shrugged Tucker. Danny elected to sit on the bed.

Surprisingly, Sam only took a few minutes. She waltzed out like a model.

Sam wore a dark purple shirt that had bell sleeves, which ended around her elbows. Around her waist was a black corset, which had plum roses embroidered into the panels. It was tied in the front with a ribbon. There was a jeweled belt over the corset that had a small chain hanging down off of it. It was offset, dangling off her hip. She wore flowy black pants that disappeared into her riding boots.

Sam had never really been a fantasy goth, but her outfit was certainly striking.

She held up two cloaks, each with a furry black hood. Danny hadn't even seen she had cloaks.

"Black or purple?" She asked, holding either up to her shoulder. Danny was out of his depth. They both looked okay? Fashion wasn’t his forte, he usually stuck to graphic t-shirts and jeans. Maybe a flannel if he was feeling it.

Tucker hummed.

"Maybe black?" He suggested with a shrug. Sam raised a brow quizzically. She tossed it over her shoulder, hastily putting the other back on its hanger. She struck a pose.

“You look kinda like a knight,” Danny remarked. She looked ready to ride into battle in a medieval period drama.

“Yeah?” Sam asked. She spun, watching the various frills and cape flutter. There was a wide grin across her face.

“Do you think they expect us to wear this stuff?” She asked quizzically. She did another spin, in the opposite direction.

Briar had mentioned something about (insulted) their modern clothes, so perhaps? They wouldn't just be there for no reason, right? Oh Danny was already dreading having to pick out clothes, if that was the case. He hoped it wasn’t.

“Honestly, I have no clue.” Danny replied.

“I dunno,” Tucker added with a shrug. Sam made a ‘hm’ sound.

“Well I don’t want to get changed back into my own clothes yet, so one of you go ahead.” Said Sam, throwing her ponytail over her shoulder. When Danny didn’t immediately volunteer, Tucker spoke up.

“I guess I’ll go.” He said, getting up from his seat.

“Any suggestions?” He asked in Sam’s direction. She stepped back into the closet and Tucker followed suit. Danny didn’t want to get up, he just flopped back on the bed.

The sudden movement made Danny’s head hurt. It reminded him suddenly how he’d been in a fight with Dash not even 12 hours ago. Injuries in his human form always lasted longer, though not to the same extent as if he was completely without his ghost half. Just… sluggishly.

His nose in particular was throbbing, each pulse of his core (heart?) making him feel like his head would explode from the pressure. Not a good reminder. He transformed, and a bit of the pain drifted away. Being in ghost form helped a bit, but not nearly as much as he would have liked.

Sam and Tucker talked for a bit, their voices warbling through the walls from the other room. Sam left Tucker on his own a few minutes later. Tuck was in there for a while, longer than Sam had been at least. He practically slammed the door on Sam, even if he shouted an apology a split second later. Sam’s footsteps quieted, then got louder. She wandered over to the bed where Danny laid, and he could feel the shift when she sat down.

“D’you think he thinks he’s hiding his sudden interest in fashion?” Sam asked. A smile found its way onto Danny’s face.

“He probably thinks he’s getting away with it.”

“Yeah, probably.” The conversation petered off. Danny heard the pages of a book turning, and that explained the detour Sam had taken. She paid a visit to the bookshelf.

Danny was hit by a wave of boredom. But he didn't want to waste what precious battery life his phone had. Thus, he was left with nothing to do.

He got bored rather quickly. And by quickly, it was about five minutes later. He finally got up from the bed and decided to explore the room a bit more. If he was gonna be staying here, he might as well familiarize himself with it. In his search. Danny discovered two doors in the back corner. One led to a bathroom, much like he had expected. (Or, at least, wanted it to be. Did full ghosts have any use for a bathroom?)

The most immediate, stand-out feature was a large tub set into the floor. The floor was tile, but the walls of the tub were dark wood, maybe Mahogany? Danny only knew about that type of wood because it made his Dad’s allergies act up. And he’d learned a bit about it in shop class.

The tub was big enough that Danny could probably sit in the middle and his head would be under the water. There was a ring of benches around the semi-circle tub. The bathroom was shaped like a circle, with large windows all around. White curtains filtered the mint green light that streamed in from outside. It bathed the room in a strange hue. Opposite the door was a toilet and to the left was a series of two sinks. Hung on the wall behind each were large, ornate mirrors. There was a rack to the side that held many white and dark blue towels, all folded to perfection.

As he left the bathroom, Danny wondered idly who all had put everything together. He’d done that about a lot of things, recently. He had a lot of people to thank.

The next door was off to his left, along the end wall of the ‘L.’ It was two doors, actually. A set of doubles that were white with silver accents. When Danny reached for the handle, his hand came back covered in dust. He wiped it off on his jeans before venturing inside. Sam noticed he was up to something and followed behind.

“Wow,” Danny mused.

The room before them was long, with floor-to-ceiling windows at the end. They were covered by light curtains that seemed to drift ever-so-slightly, even though Danny couldn’t feel any wind. The walls were a soft baby-blue. Straight ahead was a marble table with plush-looking chairs set around it. A vase of flowers was atop the table, again various colors of blue. Danny wasn’t sure if any flowers in the Real World were even naturally blue, so they must be GZ flowers? He was probably wrong about that. He remembers hearing something about blue roses, once upon a time. Or was that from a video game?

“This looks like a meeting room.” Said Sam.

At the other end of the room was a grand fireplace, though for now it was without a flame. In front of it was a long, wide table. It matched the style of the smaller one but on a much grander scale. This one was also surrounded by chairs, about six on each side and one at the table’s head. There was no chair on the fireplace side.

Danny looked up and was almost disappointed. The ceiling was slightly slanted to the left and had some stylized rafters, but it wasn’t the scene of stars he’d expected. It would seem the only room with such a roof was the ball room.

“Done! Where’d you guys go?” Tucker shouted. Footsteps.

“Whoa,” He marveled as he entered the room. He looked around, absorbing the scene before him. Danny looked away from the scene to see Tucker’s outfit. It wasn’t as much of a… statement, as Sam’s, but tasteful.

His shirt was a muted orange-yellow, with darker embroidery around the collar and the edges of the short sleeves. It was quite long, just a bit shorter than a dress would need to be to maintain any kind of modesty. Maybe tunic was a more accurate word? Danny pulled back on his memories from the books he used to read in middle school. Tucker got him into Dungeons and Dragons for a short stint, and he’d read all the manuals he could find cover-to-cover.

Danny was hit with the epiphany that this kinda felt like he was in the middle of a D&D campaign, when the group gets new outfits after starting a new plotline. Hm.

Underneath the tunic Tucker had chosen an off-white shirt with big sleeves. The collar of it just barely peeked out from under that of the tunic. His pants were mostly the same as Sam’s. But in a rich brown. The pant legs were gathered below his knees, turning into something almost like leggings. He wore a pair of black flats.

And, of course, Tucker had a cape of his own. His was a medium brown, and draped off of his left shoulder. The belt which held it in place went under his right arm, around his chest. Tucker did a half-spin, watching the fabric ripple.

“Nice!” Sam shouted. She and Tucker high-fived. He grinned at the praise. Tucker abruptly turned to Danny. He almost gave himself whiplash, spinning that quick. He schooled his expression into something serious.

“Hypothetically, what would happen if you phased earrings into my ears and then let them turn tangible?” He asked, straight out of left field. It took a moment for the question to even compute.

“You… want me to pierce your ears?” Danny said to make sure he’d heard correctly. Danny didn’t care about Tucker wanting his ears pierced (honestly he’d probably rock it) he was just a bit hesitant it was just the method he proposed.

“Yeah! I thought maybe if we did it that way, it wouldn’t hurt as much.” Tucker shrugged. It seemed his earlier enthusiasm had faded.

“Honestly I’m not really sure what it’d do.” Danny offered. He typically avoided turning things tangible inside other things. But what harm could it really do?

“Let’s try it!”

#danny phantom #dp #ghost king!danny #ghostking!danny #everlasting trio #nonbinary!clockwork #clocky uses they/he pronouns <3 #invisobang 2022 #invisobang #my fic

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Decided to see what Dorathea and Aragon could’ve looked like alive or perhaps in mortal disguises, hosting a medieval fair festival for some master ruse(@a-sterling-rose suggested it), like when Dorathea posed as the Princess host for the beauty pageant in Beauty Marked. I didn’t alter the outfits because I based it on medival royalty wear so they’re already well dressed for the part.

What do u think? How do you think they could’ve looked alive? I’d love to know💖

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weatherman667 · 1 year

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Three Ghostly Ladies by Artistfan62

#danny phantom #desiree #ember mclain #dorathea #dora mattingly #girls #drawings #queue

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lavendarlily · 7 months

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ectoberhaunt day 9: dragon @ectoberhaunt

take flight

words: 1999

read it on ao3

sam yearns to fly. too bad she's human.

i really struggled with this prompt and i don't love this one but that's showbiz baby!!!

Sam loved flying.

It was something else to defy the natural laws of gravity, but Danny was very un-natural, and with it came the territory of not having to abide by known physics.

Any time she joined him in the sky, her heart soared with them. She didn’t mind the chill of the air biting back at her face, or the way her stomach dropped when they took off or dove too fast. The rush was always worth it.

Flying was so important for Danny. It brought him closer to the stars, it offered a quick escape (from boring life or overbearing sisters), it resonated with his very being. It was obvious to Sam that whenever she accompanied him on a flight, he was holding back for her sake. She’d seen what he was capable of, the way he couldn’t hide his joy of being truly free.

She wanted that. So bad.

Having to rely on Danny wasn’t enough. Sam wanted to be in control. She wanted to be the one testing the limits, foot on the gas, pushing the confines of possibility.

Unfortunately, the Fenton’s had no interest in developing something that would cater to her needs. Even if she had a hoverboard like Valerie, it wouldn’t be the same. That was a machine. Sam wanted to create her own flight - have it come from her own energy, the way Danny did.

These were all thoughts passing through her head as the trio made their way towards Mattingly in the speeder. Dora had requested Danny’s their presence for a kingdom celebration in honor of a newly proposed holiday. They were all dressed in traditional garb, though Dora was never one to force a dress code, but as the soon-to-be-king of the Infinite Realms, Danny felt it was the respectful thing to do.

Sam pulled at her dress in discomfort.

When they landed, kingdom officials announced the presence of Phantom and his companions (to all their embarrassment) and instructed them through the castle towards the main hall. The trio stepped through the front doors into the entryway.

Much had changed since Dora’s rise to the throne over Aragon. Plenty of windows had been added in, allowing decorative glass to refract the newly welcomed light across the passageway, casting rainbows in every which way. Banners of promises to the kingdom donned the walls - messages about hope, forgiveness, unity. Dora’s words were poetry that spoke to the new era. Where overwhelming, heavy doors had sectioned off the castle were now open arches, allowing the people of the castle to mill about freely. Each passing member smiled warmly at their guests, whereas before they’d drifted by without so much as a glance. The whole atmosphere felt…brighter.

They followed the directions they’d been given towards a smaller hall. This one was decorated with pedestals alongside both walls, showcasing various kingdom artifacts. Very few did Sam recognize, but one stopped her.

In the case was a familiar looking piece of jewelry - a blue glass sphere that was nestled in a gold pendant, threaded on a gold chain. It was as though it was…calling to her.

Sam felt the presence of her two friends behind her, and a hand rested on her shoulder.

“I haven’t seen that thing in a while,” Danny said.

Sam moved her hand up to his, laying it on top. “It’s like it’s pulling me in,” she muttered.

“Ghostly energy doesn’t really go away, even if you only wore that single time. I’m sure you feel some sort of connection to it.”

Sam nodded, and mindlessly touched her bare neck. She remembered when the amulet sat heavy there. How could she forget all that power, all that rage that flowed through her?

How could she forget the sensation of spreading her wings, taking off into the heavens?

She reached towards the glass, then shook her head. Her friends had moved on towards the ballroom - she should follow.

As they neared the main hall, she couldn’t help but look back.

They ended up seated at a table with a few of the kingdom’s commonfolk who were enamored to be in the presence of the Great Danny Phantom, Heir to the Throne. She and Tucker were promptly ignored. Tucker tried starting a conversation with Sam, but she only half paid attention, offering nods and “mmm-hmm’s” when appropriate.

Dora finally called the room’s attention and delivered a well-written toast to the welfare of her kingdom. The room responded with cheers and the feast commenced.

Throughout the evening, the amulet didn’t leave her mind.

While servants came around to collect the remains of the meal, a small group of more prolific ghosts arrived at the table, requesting to speak with Danny. He excused himself and allowed them to lead him over where a few others were waiting. Tucker conspicuously eyed the dessert table, though he didn’t want to leave Sam to herself. She rolled her eyes and sent him off with a wave of her hand.

Now was her chance to quietly slip out of the rotunda and answer the amulet’s call.

She found herself once again in front of the display, watching the gold twinkle under the light. Her hand moved towards the necklace, and she quickly pulled back when instead of resting on the glass, it moved through it. Duh - Ghost Zone. You’d think she’d know better by now.

It was as though her body and her brain stopped communicating. She wasn’t sure why she reached towards the amulet again, why she grasped it and retracted it from its display, or why she was fastening the clasp and letting it rest on her neck.

This didn’t have to take long. No one would even know the amulet had been temporarily removed.

Sweeping the room to make sure no one was around to catch her, Sam rushed to a nearby balcony and stood on the ledge. The energy from the necklace was already affecting her - her skin felt colder, a green glow surrounded her body, and though she couldn’t see them, she knew her eyes were glowing a radiant green.

Sam focused on her emotions and honed in on her frustration. She wanted to fly! The fact that she wasn’t one of those privileged few with that ability devastated her. She hated having to rely on Danny, never able to experience it herself, of her own power, of her own desire.

Power surged through her, and in an instant, her skin became scales, her nails became talons, and a beautiful pair of wings sprouted from her back.

Oh yes .

She stretched her wings to their fullest width, and leaned forward, letting herself fall from the balcony’s ledge. Her wings caught her dive, and she arched upwards.

It was like breathing for the first time - the rush of air in her lungs filled her in a way she’d never known. Instead of blood in her veins, she swore it was magic (and it very well could’ve been) from the way it tingled through her system, the absolute euphoria that enraptured Sam in that moment.

She felt limitless. The sky was no longer out of reach; now Sam made it hers . Her heart pumped as she ascended to the highest point before tiring out, then let herself plummet back towards the ground. At the very last second, she spread her wings and soared out of the dive, adrenaline coursing through her. She flipped, she rolled, she did every damn thing she’d never been able to when flying with Danny, and she rejoiced every moment of it. As her body began to tire, Sam took to a slow glide over Mattingly.

Peering below at the kingdom, Sam noticed people trickling out from the castle. Crap . The event must have ended, which meant Danny and Tucker were probably searching for her. Had it really been that long?

She landed behind the castle, so as not to draw a crowd towards the balcony if anyone saw her. Now to just take off the amulet. Sam reached towards the clasp, but found her arms didn’t quite reach that far. She realized that she hadn’t completely thought this through.

“Need a hand?” a voice came behind her.

Sam glanced over her shoulder to see Dora floating in the castle’s rear entrance, a playful and knowing smile on her face. Embarrassed, Sam nodded her head and lowered herself so the queen could remove the artifact. Once the weight of it fell from her neck, a rush of energy withdrew from her body. Luckily, Dora caught her before she could hit the ground.

“Appears as though I should inquire about human-proof security.”

Heat filled Sam’s cheeks in shame. The queen had invited them into her home, and Sam had taken advantage of her hospitality. Not only that, but she was also Danny’s companion - whatever she did reflected on him as well.

“I’m so sorry Dora. Please don’t hold this against Danny, it was my own irresponsibility,” Sam nearly begged.

Taking her hand, Dora guided Sam towards the castle’s garden, and sat her down on a bench.

“I have to say, I am always enamored by the curiosity of you humans,” Dora said fondly. “But why this?”

Sam smiled sheepishly. “I wore it once before. As soon as I saw it, I felt this magnetic pull.”

Dora nodded along, knowingly.

“But I also have this insane desire to fly,” Sam continued. “Like, it’s so incredibly frustrating. I just wanted to experience it for myself.”

“And how was it?” Dora’s eyes twinkled with mischief. This was certainly not the response Sam expected.

“...I felt like my soul was being electrified. In a good way,” she admitted. That got a laugh from her companion.

“I must say, I understand your resentment.” Dora gently took Sam’s hand in hers. “Being told no is a hard thing for those like us, and desire is a tenacious beast to fight. I do not blame you for this.”

Relief flowed through Sam, and she grinned.

“But I would advise against any further inclination to play with these types of artifacts on your own,” the queen warned. Sam nodded quickly in agreement.

“Sam! There you are!” Danny and Tucker came into sight, causing Sam to jump.

“Where’ve you been?” Tucker asked as they approached.

Before Sam could reply, Dora jumped in. “We have been simply chatting. I find it refreshing to be able to speak with such a wonderful, like-minded friend. You two are very lucky to have her.” The queen winked as Sam’s mouth hung open, but she adjusted to smile gratefully for the cover.

“Well, we should probably get going. Thank you, your highness, for the hospitality this evening.” Sam nearly giggled watching Danny bow to the queen. She found it so endearing how serious he took his role.

Dora rose. “Of course, my child. You are always welcome to Mattingly.” Then, looking at Sam, she added, “And your friends as well.”

Sam stood, flashing Dora one last smile of gratitude, and followed her friends to the speeder.

Sam was reading in her bedroom, lying in bed. A week had passed since their visit to Mattingly, but she hadn’t told Tucker or Danny about her side adventure, nor did she plan to. A knock on her window snapped her from her book.

Expecting Danny, she was surprised when she found a small parcel on her desk that certainly hadn't been there earlier. A note was attached to the outer packaging. Sam gently opened the envelope and read,

Samantha -

I hope this finds you well. It may not hold power, but let it be a reminder to never be shameful of your desires.

Your friend,

Dora

Sam opened the package, and found what seemed to be a replica of the enchanted amulet. Not one for flashy jewelry, she placed it on her nightstand, planning to buy a shadow box to display it in.

She picked her book back up, and continued reading, a warm smile across her face.

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