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Other social media actually sucks.

Like I had a problem with tumblr, they sent me an email, I clicked a few times and, done, fixed. Now, a certain blue letter site on the other hand... You telling me you've seen suspicious activity on my account, the account that both I and God know hasn't seen any movement except DUST floating around for 2+ years, and now, I must show you (Read photograph) ACTUAL physical documents like my birth certificate and driver's license and shiz? That you'll keep for a whole YEAR? Just to be let back in? I THINK NOT.

This Post inspired this. (I may have developed reblogophobia)

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The stars shined brightly through the window as he leaned against it. His soft green glow masked by the space themed night lights.

'It's been such a long time since my thoughts have been so clear' he mused, 'I guess millennia alone do take a toll on the mind.'

'Last time my thoughts weren't muddled by anger and power lust, was... was when she..' an exhausted, self depricating sigh escaped his lips. 'I'm such a fool. She was just trying to calm me down, and I let that trice dammed ring take hold! I banished my dear wife from the relams and I can't believe it took me three thousand years to remember!!'

A soft snore brought him out of his mind. Casting his gaze on the occupant of the bed he smirked ever so slightly. 'To think this child was capable of defeating me. It's honestly both impressive and very worrying.' He relaxed his body a bit 'And now he is to be crowned High King...'

"Hmm..." He tilted his to the side 'Black hair, blue eyes... My dear Gotham would have loved him. I just hope she can forgive me one day.'

Pushing against the window he got to his feet. 'That settles it, I'll take him as my heir... Huh, I guess not only her knights got Gotham's adoption problem...' He shakes his head 'Nevermind that, I'll make sure he can live, grow and learn without trouble or worry untill he is ready for the throne.'

Raising his hand he does a gesture that is physically impossible for the anatomy of the human appendage, and with a puff of green smoke a floating eyeball appears spontaneously. Quickly grabbing what stands for its throath to make sure it doesn't make a sound, he stands to his full height and looks it straight in the pupil. Once its quivering in fear, and he is certainly it understands its situation, he slowly passes it a note.

The Observer looks at the note then slowly, fearfully, back at The Curent High King, Pariah Dark, who is staring back at him sporting Danny Phantom's patented (as in, he literally filled a pattent) little shit™️ smirk. After reluctantly receiving the note, he is then forcefully banished back to the zone. The "Don't do something you will regret." Phariah mouthed at him sending him into a fit of shivers.

As the green smoke dissipated, he turned towards the bird rack in the corner 'Well, I better go to "sleep" as well, there is lot of work to do tomorrow.' As his body morphed and black fathers replaced green skin he thought "I should get young Danny to rescind my beloved's exile.'

Talons tightly gripping the wooden stand, he turned his beak twords the stars beyond the window 'Truly a bitter feeling this is. Then again, I suppose it is expected of medicine to be bitter, because this is medicine... I am healing after all.'

And with an imperceptible nod of his featherd head, the curtains closed tightly.

@hecate-hollow

◇By the Abyss, I can't hold this one back so...◇

◇Undead Empathy◇ |

They're dead... They died, that's all that is going trough Dannys mind. Watching the flames engulf his friends, his family, his Fright... That is all that's going trough the young man's mind, in a state half way between denial and acceptance. Before it is all shattered with all the grace of a dying scream as his mind is flooded with pure HATE the likes of which the mortal mind was never ment to experience, fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, Danny Fenton... Danny Phantom is not mortal anymore, or even entirely human.

All across the galaxy, weapons, tools the likes of which the human world has barely witnessed turn in unison. Tens, maybe hundreds of red rings of rage detect a possible new host, only to shatter the very next instan . Even from light-years away, artifacts made to channel the very emotion of anger... could not contain even a fraction of his hate.

Only to dissappear away a mere split second later, replace with the tranquility of a sunny day and a soft breeze across his grave. 'Yes they died' though the half ghost to himself as he got lost in the beauty of the fire that was slowly turning a pale light green, the ambient ectoplasm seepin in from all around. Yes, they are dead, but not gone, merely looking on from better seats, from a better place. Supplied his ghost half, and he accepted its reasoning, letting a faint "I'm sorry" escape his lips and a lone tear slide down his cheek. With slumped shoulders but a calm stride he turned around, and simply walked away. Completely unaware that his greatest enemy ceased to be. That very instant Dan, past away, died, moved on... not with a shout or with a cry, not even a whimper, but with a resigned sigh having simply been let go by the only thing... by the only person anchoring him to existance.

Later, when all the chaos has returned to its normal level, they will find the remains of the restaurant only five chared bodies scattered inside. They will try to find the young hafa, go to his house, only to find a crater where it's foundation had once rested. The house having quite literally, left with the wind. And when all the mourning is done, no trace nor shadow of Danny will be found in the not so quiet town of Amity Park.

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We all have seen bat bait Danny. I'm a bit tired of it personally, so I propose:

-Prompt-

While conducting an investigation on the town of Amity Park, batman discovered two unusual characters.

Danny Fenton

Danny Phantom

After some intense observation... he discovers... that they both are the biggest little shits™️ in the world.

He the procedes to delete both of them from his [Possible Allies] folder on principle alone.

He does not need any more of that type of chaos in his life.

"How. Dare. You." Those three words resounded across the gathering of ghost with the force of a freight train and yet, the gentleness of a butterfly. The tone of said words quieted the crowd, but what truly brought everything to a grave like stillness was the emotion behind them. It was indescribable, it was oh, so... so much more then pure hate and, at the same time so much less then indifference.

"How dare you." They wrang out again. Followed by a "You finally piece it together and this is how you repay him?!"

"You plot and scheme against him as if he is not the sole reason why you even exist!" A tierd huff escaped the figure, now recognized as the master of time. "You wine and complain about the inaccuracies and errors in your history as if this is not how you have alaways been!" "Might I remind you that this all came from the mind of a DYING CHILD!" He gesture all around, to the infinite green void. "The fact that we have ANY correlation to the mortal world is a miracle and a testament."

"At the very moment of his death, Danny's mind recognized that, according to the laws of his world, his univers, he had no way to survive;" An intense glared was directed at the waste of ectoplasm gathered below him. "And, sensing his desire to Live, to not abandon the only three people who have shown him compassion, it does the only thing it can." A sigh escapes his lips "It creates a door, it makes a universe, a multiverse, infinite realities. It makes it out of all his hope, compassion, love and determination, sadness and despair... It gives birth to DEATH itself, just to beg it to keep him alive."

The crowd stills completely, as if suddenly turned to stone. "It is a testament to his willpower, knowledge and... his compassion." Another sigh rings out, filled with something between sorrow and and the burden given by knowledge. "Prior to his death, there... there were no afterlives, there was nothing awaiting but Oblivion, true death. And then he created all afterlifes, he created all of you."

A long pause soon followed, as if to allow Clockwork to catch his breath, but it was more to allow all the ghost beneath him to process the information.

And then he continued "In the very first moment of its birth, Death knew what it had to do... It took its very purpose and the very laws that should have binded it to said purpose and discarded them with no hesitation." Another pause. "Without a care for itself, and alongside Magic, who was born at the same time as the Realms, it set out to helps its father like any good child would do for a loving parent"

Not even allowing a word to escape the crowd, CW continues. "Would any of you even dare to THINK about striking your mothers or your fathers!?" Before they can even flinch Clockwork hammers the point in "Answers me this: Is there anyone among you who can say, with any amount of certainty, that Danny would even hesitate to... give up what little remains of his life, his existance! To save yours?"

Having made his point he turned his back to them. "Like any parent would do?" Not paying attention to the trembling and sobbing ghost, Clockwork, the master of time made to leave, but not before saying one last thing.

"From the highest peaks of Haven to the deepest VILEST pits of Hell, there exist no language in which I can express my disappointment and disgust in you. Have a good afterlife, and don't forget WHO you have to thank for it you vain children"

[This] post inspired this. @five-rivers Thanks.

As it turns out, the cultists are Star, Paulina and Dash (With whom Danny became friends) who wanted to summon Danny for a movie night.

And now Red Hood is forced into a new friendship he didn't want.

The girls, surprisingly, give him tips on how to scare the life out of people, and how to better clean "ketchup stains" (Like they'd believe that, they live withe the dead at their doorstep for crying out loud.) out of his suit.

Dash who'd long chilled out and actuality studiess some of the books and journals Fenton left him (mostly because some minor ghosts and blobs kept interrupting his football games) as a hobby. He starts to recognize some of the symptoms on Jason as Ghost Flu (What full ghosts call being infected with corrupt ectoplasm) and core starvation and actually starts to help him out... mostly by straight up dragging him to the Fenton family (Who know about their son's situation [Why do you think GIW stopped showing up? Nobody messes with their baby.] and are ok with it.). The Fentons then procede to drag all of them to the far frozen.

All while Danny is COMPLETELY unaware that he has a sworn sword.

Had a prompt thought (I don't need credit or anything idk). Danny's always getting summoned as the ghost king, but what if Jason ended up summoned somehow instead? Maybe new king Danny is supposed to have a sworn sword or something ceremonial and he gets the Red Hood. Or Amity cultists go for summoning Phantom and end up with liminal Jason Todd instead.

Jason appears in full ceremonial armor and is 100% ready to throw hands with whoever just yoinked him from his movie night with Roy.

Wait.... Now that I think about it... I HAVE memories of the show, but I'm pretty sure I have never watched a single episode.

What the mandela effect lookalike happened!?

Like, how did this ghost noodle worm its way into my mind?

How can I be so sure? Well, I remember bits of animation and pictures, but no audio at all. If I watched at least one episode I would have remembered the audio. Primarily because english is my second language and I almost allaways cringe when I remember the audio from my childhood.

Like the translation where so bad I can't forget them.

ANYWAYS, Danny Phantom just spontaneously appeared into my mind even tho I never watched a single episode.

-Prompt-

They where so damm tierd. Having to act like your I.Q. had peaked at a negative number, just so you don't get a kid and his friends, or another-clearly sentient and sapient- beaing killed its so damm exhausting.

Don't get it wrong, the pay is good, top secret operation and all that, but it is definitely not a place anyone should like to work in. No-one can quit, because if you do then there is a great change that the greedy politicians who orchestrated this whole mess will hire some pshyco who would actually try to do this job.

So now all of you try to stall for time until you manage to get enough evidence to drag the corporate scum and government pigs down from their "white horses" and hopefully put them away for good. All while trying to make sure a bunch of contaminated people a whole new species and a half dead teen don't actually die for good.

'Haaaa' Damm the GIW"--- Signed, The GIW.

-Prompt-

Danny has HAD IT with the Observers!

They just don't know when to give up! Insult after insult and defamation attempt without stop! Assassination attempts at basically every hour of both day and night! SERIOUSLY! Danny can swear upon the stars that he knows the whole hitman population of the entire Ghost Zone up to their mothers.

On top of the fact that he hadn't slept for a whole week because of the assassins (Thankfully they stopped coming after he defeated literally ALL of the hitmen in the INFINITE-REALMS, which, might he remind you, are infinite.) He now discovered that the floating snots (read: Observers) are holding Clockwork hostage by his core.

When he tells you the Ring Of Rage cracked, he isn't joking. He is angrier then the literall embodiment of the concept of rage.

So, he steps trough the portal and snaps his fingers, and the entire Ghost Zone is punged into a very dark night.

The fact that the GZ isn't supposed to have a day/night cycle isn't noticed by anyone under Ancient power level. Said Ancients basically react like this:

[Insert ancient of choice]: *Steps out onto their balcony holding a mug of their prefered beverage* "Hmm" *narrows eyes* 'sluurrrpp' "Nope! I dont see anything strange" steps back inside *whispers* "I'm not nearly old enough for this"

So, the Ghost zone is plunged into night with no one seeing anything wrong with it. And when it does finally turn to day and people finally do realize that there wasn't supposed to be a night, its already too late.

The lair of the Observers is reduced to a field of debris and dust. The only trace of their existence is the occasional scream emanating form Phantom Keep-

[Ahh! Papercut!

My Eye! Existance is pain!

I'll get you bac-- *Sound of a heavy pile of paperwork being dumped onto someone]

And if someone sees Clockwork taking a stroll trough the palace gardens?--No they didn't. I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't see anything, I swear!.

It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Yippie 😑

Hehe. In all seriousness, it's nice being among you lunatics.

Despite having a mild reputation of "The place sanity goes to die", it's actually a very pleasant environment. No one bothers you, because the only opinions that mater are the ones you give credence to... and the block button is easily accessible. The fan bases are very... devoted (read: a bit sadistic at times) but sometimes your blorbo needs some more character development, what can you do? 🤷‍♂️

Overall, it's lovely ~♡~

And hey, at least it not 4chan! 😊

That's all I have to say folks! I hope everypony has a nice day!