"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.
For me, Ma Kent canonically will always have a pair of Kryptonite knuckle-dusters in her bedside cabinet. Because, while Clark is their son, he is also quite an idiot sometimes.
So, when Dani comes over to the farm to inform them (What a nice young lady she is) about Connor the clone, and that superman is being an Ass to him-
-They know that clones are basically the norm on Krypton, and according to Krypton laws he should have already been teaching him how to play baseball and ride a bike (They have been talking to Jor'El [He is also disappointedin his son])...
Well, let's just say that Superman wakes up in the tower's infirmary, seeing stars, sporting a nasty bruise on his forehead and a concusion headache.
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.
-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.
Ma Kent would never hit Clark or Conner
That's PA Kent in my cannon.
Also she didn't hit Clark, she hit superman. In the face. Publicly. Luthor is very much shock.
Bash supes mood go!
-Prompt-
*Insert view of the watchtower* *cartoon zoom in to inside*
Hal Jordon just arrested a yellow lantern hanging around earth. Passing by the meeting room on the way to the holding area, Hal barely has time to notice the yellow core member depower when the ring flies away, both parties looking shocked.
Pan to the meeting room. Batman is, as always, sulking in a corner, Superman is scolding Connor. Phantom is chatting with Wonder Woman at the end of the table.
Out of nowhere, Superman is stopped mid sentence by a yellow light hovering in front of his face.
[Kal-El, you have the power to cause great fear]
Suddenly, it gets cut off by a great *snap*. Everyone turns to look at the sound, only to see Phantom, still seated but his head is now turned 180° starring straight at the ring. His eyes drift to Connor, the to supes, and finally back to the ring.
In an instant, Danny replaces the ring, floating between superman and Connor. With a mighty 'thunk' it (the ring) turns to dust against the reinforced far wall of the room.
Holding superman by the throat, Danny's face turns to a grimace, his mouth becomes what can only be described as a pit of living sawblades.
Whit a voice like pressure washing a chalkboard with glass dust in slow-motion, he shouts:
"LiStEn hERe YOU LitTLE shiIT! I wiILL sHOVEe the REmaINS of KrYPTon so FAr up yOUr asS, you'll NEver seE YOur POWers agAIN!!"
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!
-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!.
-Prompt-
Jack 'I invented Ecto-Contamination' Fenton punches superman in the face hard, like, he's halfway to metropolys by the time he regains consciousness hard.
His reason?
You leave his cloned granddaughter alone! You don't have the right to pick one her you dumb alien clonist!
With that he marches towards the basement, and before he steps into the portal, he shouts, knowing full well the floting dummy can hear him.
Jack: "I'm going to get your parents and see how could they raise such a failure. You're enough of a disappointment that I guarantee you they came back as ghosts."
Jack is normally nice, but he made his cloned hafa gandbaby cry, and that is a sin unforgivable.
Ok, so you know how monarchs and governments, could like issue papers to, like make legal pirates?
Picture this:
Phantom is a king.
He so incredibly done and wants a vacation.
He issues said piracy papers to "Danny Fenton"
Que legal pirate chaos gremlin Danny.
And he goes ALL the way in on the pirate shtick.
Accent, eyepatch, old wooden literally ghost ship (not that anyone notices, so maybe just a liminal ship), crew (Could either be his rogues or just ghost goons) Or, he goes up to the goonion and hires a crew.
Cue the goonion stareing incredulously.
This twink that looks like a summer breeze could blow him off his feet wants to start a pirate crew?
Eh, more like privateers, so it's thenically legal (He has the papers, tho they have never heard of the GZ), the pay is good and and he covers everything from dental to parenthood.
Maybe even become a space pirate.
Also insert Youngblood.
Shenanigans ensue
~Prompt~
Lady Gotham collects curses like one would collect Pokemon/Yu-Gi-Oh cards.
Like, she literally buys them of off people. She also offers to trade rare curses for one's she has in excess. Tho, no one takes her up on those offers, which she considers very odd (she's completely clueless that people don't collect curses like post stamps, and she finds it odd that no one wants to trade with her [:(] ).
She keeps them in the form of little cards with all the accompanying stats like attack power, effectiveness, energy cost, evil etc. (They are written in units of measurement only she understands)
ANYWAYS- When Danny need a curse to actually tech Vlad a lesson this time (and maybe something for the GIW) he goes to Lady Gotham to ask her if she has anything that fits his needs. She immediately pulls out 16 different decks of curses.
Danny always jokingly said his luck was cursed, so he offers it up in jest. Lady Gotham immediately slides the 16 ridiculously large decks of curses to Danny and apologizes "I'm sorry I don't have any more, if I knew you where going to offer up such an powerful curse, I would have prepared even more."
Danny ends up picking like 3 very funny and very lesson inducing curses and leaves, somewhat shocked but happy anyway, while Lady Gotham fades away with a smile (She is happy someone finally traded with her)
Meanwhile, on a nearby building Red Hood stares at the spot where the exchange he just witnessed took place, very incredulous and somewhat spooked.
As he goes to rub his eyes, he is completely unaware that he does so trough his helmet, he is also unaware of the rumbling coming from his chest. The Fenton Luck Curse starts striking.