Danny Phantom RP blog for The Ancients who sealed away Pariah Darhk (or my interpretation, very au bc I ignore Phantom Plant and Glitch in Time as well as it being stuffed into the DC universe)
The beings later called the Ancients were not created by the Infinite Realm, they were sent.
When Pariah Darhk corrupted his control of the realm, the Infinite Realm reacted the only way it could - by calling outward. It could not fight. It could not sever it's ties to him without help. It could only be felt. That call was answered by the Endless. Each envoy was chosen not to conquer, but to observe, destabilize, and endure.
Together, they entered the Infinite Realms to weaken Pariah’s control and determine whether the realm could ever be ruled without repeating the same tyranny.
The Seven
Misery, Envoy of Despair (Achlys)
Misery listened where others would have judged, she moved through the realm helping its inhabitants name their suffering without offering false hope. She was the first to understand that the Infinite Realm was not meant to be a place of despair but that Pariah Darhk was forcing it to become one.
Desiree, Hand of Desire
Sent alongside Misery, Desiree granted small, honest wishes to those who sought survival rather than power. After Pariah’s defeat, she remained behind, severing direct ties to Desire and becoming a self-directed force of want within the realm.
Clockwork, Envoy of Destiny
A witness before a guardian. Clockwork cataloged fractures in time, sealed distortions Pariah exploited, and mapped the realm’s resistance to inevitability. When the Infinite Realm reclaimed itself, it reshaped him. Less prophecy and more time itself, giving him a dulled version of the awareness that it gave it's first child, Time, and binding him permanently to its continuity.
Undergrowth, Envoy of Death
Young and furious when he was sent, Undergrowth felt the suppression of growth within a realm that housed death without honoring the life that souls had even after they passed on. His rage fueled reclamation, roots breaking through what Pariah tried to keep barren. Life persisted because he refused to let it be erased.
Nocturn, Envoy of Dream
Crafted specifically for this mission, Nocturn existed between dream and nightmare. Shaped by the suffering he witnessed in the realm’s dreams, he became a warden of rest by ensuring sleep could heal instead of harm during the conflict.
Vortex, Envoy of Destruction
Loud, visible, and impossible to ignore. Vortex encouraged action where fear had frozen people into stillness. He was the first envoy Pariah Darhk noticed, drawing attention so resistance could spread and stagnation could not hold.
Amorpho, Envoy of Delirium
The least obvious and the most dangerous. Amorpho disrupted certainty itself, strengthening unlikely outcomes and eroding Pariah’s predictive control. By the time he was noticed, probability had already turned against tyranny.
Together they did not rule as a council, but they acted in unison - at least for a time. They destabilized, observed, and endured. When Pariah Darhk fell, the Infinite Realms claimed them - not as new rulers but as anchors. Proof that the realm could exist without being dominated.
Danny Fenton was not an accident, the realm could sens that he had been born as part of both the living and the dead. Marked by the Lazarus Pits left behind when Pariah Darhk was sealed away, the fermenting ectoplasm there allowing his life to truly exist.
Danny’s encounters with the Ancients after gaining his powers weren't random chance. They were tests.
The Infinite Realms reacted to Danny long before he understood why, from the moment of his accident in that portal. It recognized him as someone capable of shaping it. Possibly ruling it. The Ancients noticed that pull, and so they watched him. Some challenged him. Some helped him. Some withheld answers.
Each interaction measured restraint and empathy, and whether he would listen to the realm rather than force it to obey. They needed to know if history would repeat itself. It didn’t, thanks to Clockworks intervention.
❝ In her grief over the loss of Gil-Galad’s during
The Battle of Dagorlad, Queen Mother Oronlótë
of the Noldor shed her Father Name and her
Title and became known simply as
Princess Gilduil of Mirkwood. Her new name a
tribute to both her recently lost son and her
daughter Finduilas who was lost nearly four
millennia prior in The Battle of Tumhalad ❞
PSA that the spring semester has started so I'm prob not gonna get to more than a couple replies a day but I am still around. Feel free to add me on discord even if we haven't RPed but you'd like to, I check it more often than tumblr when I'm busy so feel free to remind me about threads there to.
PSA that the spring semester has started so I'm prob not gonna get to more than a couple replies a day but I am still around. Feel free to add me on discord even if we haven't RPed but you'd like to, I check it more often than tumblr when I'm busy so feel free to remind me about threads there to.
PSA that the spring semester has started so I'm prob not gonna get to more than a couple replies a day but I am still around. Feel free to add me on discord even if we haven't RPed but you'd like to, I check it more often than tumblr when I'm busy so feel free to remind me about threads there to.
The invitation itself had been a gateway to the Infinite Realms, that place between worlds, the ultimate Afterlife. Sections set for whatever afterlife any living being might believe in for ghosts to thrive in should someone become a ghost upon their death. And not just the souls of the living, concepts lived here too; some called them Gods. The one inviting her, Clockwork, was one such being. The Ancient of Time, known by many other names though Kronos was the most remembered; the Greek Titan who had devoured his own children for fear of being overthrown.
How true that story was, Lady Gotham couldn't even begin to guess.
She herself was neither a formerly alive thing nor universal concept or deity. A city who gained sentience and certainly not the only one in the world. She hadn't known about such a place for a very long time, only heard snippets from the occasional wanderers who could pass freely. A deep part of her had always longed to visit. Now she's here, in Clockwork's home, and something she hadn't realised was missing snapped into place. A feeling of belonging. Community. A new surge of energy and strength that loosened the chains around her neck and wrists a fraction. She feels... incredible. The moment she crossed the threshold, she felt powerful in a way she mever had before.
She hoped it wasn't rude to shed her usual friendlier disguise but she found she had no control over it at the moment. So she lingered there, an impossibly tall, stringy mass of dripping shadow and ink bound in chains. Moonlight eyes flicker over the walls, revealing moments from a recent past.
She knows those eyes.
But that's not Damian.
"No." She murmured, a claw hovering mere millimeters from the face in the projection. "I had no idea. And wouldn't have unless he crossed my boarders."
The boy fights beautifully. There's the foundations of training in his movements combined with the panic and desperation of someone who's been fighting alone for so very long with no teacher or guide. She's not sure who he's fighting but it's clearly someone old and powerful. And her boy wins. By the skin of his teeth but wins nonetheless.
"Is he alright? Does he need somewhere to go?"
Because why else would Time itself be calling in a simple city spirit like herself and mentioning guardianship claims? Aiden didnt call her home though now that she knows he exists, she was certainly eager to welcome him. Perhaps nudge him towards his brother and father and bring a little light back to their lives.
Clockwork’s form softened as she reached toward the mirror, age slipping from elder to something closer to child and settling again. “He is not injured, nor displaced. He remains in the living world for now.” He assured her
At an unspoken cue, the time mirror shifted. Pariah Darhk’s defeat dissolved into something far quieter. An infant suspended in Lazarus water as it rippled faintly. “This is when the Infinite Realm first noticed him. Aidan Al Ghul was not merely exposed to the Lazarus Pit, his first breath was taken because of it.” He explained as the image showed the infant take in a gulp of air within the waters shallows before it started screaming.
“The power that stirred his life did not belong to Ra’s Al Ghul. What mortals call Lazarus Pits are the Infinite Realm’s essence. Diluted, corrupted. Festering pools of ectoplasm created when the portals that Pariah Darhk created were forced closed the first time he was sealed away.” The scene continued as he spoke, showing the infant being taken back to his mother and being placed in her arms beside his brother who had not truly settled since he was born.
The moment his twin was placed beside him however he did, finally falling into a restful sleep as his hand grabbed for his brothers arm. “The Realm felt that moment. A life begun through its power, imperfect and human.” A pause. “Because of that, it has always considered him its child. Not the first mortal it has happened with, but the first in a long while who returned to The Realm before their death.”
Clockwork faced her fully then, entirely unbothered by the form she was in. “Pariah Darhk’s defeat solidified what I already assumed after conferring with my creator. The Realm of Khaos had chosen him, or would one day.” His form shifted again as if punctuating the point that sometimes? What already had and would one day happen wasn’t always solid for him.
“He’s been marked as the next King, not crowned. Though it's only a matter of time. He is nearly sixteen by human measure. By ghostly standard, he is still a newborn. A guardian is required not because he is incapable, but because a child without a guardian becoming king will simply cause him more hurdles. Pandora, the city spirit of Athens, has expressed willingness. You however have an ancestral claim to him if you wish to make it. Perhaps not as family in the usual sense, but he is descended from one of your founding families. For City Spirits that is a powerful tie.”
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@personae-obscura to start the plot idea where Lady Gotham becomes Danny's ghostly guardian instead of Pandora. I hope this is okay 😭
Clockwork didn't so much summon Lady Gotham as he did invite her, a window to his keep opening on a building above the epicenter of Gotham that lead to his Keep in the Infinite Realm. When she arrived he appeared no more than 6, the staff he carried appearing much to large for him and a smile on his face as he greeted her. “Lady Gotham, thank you for answering my invitation.”
As he nodded his head slightly in respect his form shifted, appearing now as a somewhere between adult and elder. “I've called for you beyond your borders for a guardianship concern, a boy you have a claim to.” He explained before floating over to one of the time mirrors that lined his walls, it showed the past - Danny's fight with Pariah Darhk. “Are you aware that one of your protectors has a twin? Aidan Al Ghul, presumed dead by all but his Mother Talia at 8 and a half years old?”
