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Boston Brand, against his better judgement, came to the House of Mystery when John Constantine called.
“Ghost Business” he said, unhelpfully, when Boston asked. And Boston, nobly, and stupidly, found himself in John’s parlor not long later.
John sits him down at a card table (well John sits, he floats) and begins explaining. John seems in good spirits, which is unsettling enough that Boston chooses not to comment on it. He’s only half listening to John’s preamble when a boy who looks like he just woke up shuffles by the parlor door.
No— not a boy— oh shit, he’s—
“Your Majesty!” Boston floats back, startled stiff. He blinks in disbelief. That aura is nonsensical as it is unmistakable— that boy, the rumpled teenager in John’s hallway, is the High King of Ghosts.
The king looks up at Boston and blinks, slowly. “Hmm?”
Deadman freezes. Even though the king appears to have the form of a teenage boy in mismatched pajamas, his presence saturates the room with power. Boston feels the pull of it, tugging at him like gravity. He has to actively keep himself steady above his chair.
“Oi Danny, bring us a tea, would you?” John snaps in the kid’s general direction. Deadman stifles a whimper, and thanks his lucky stars that the king didn’t vaporize John on the spot. Instead, the boy tilts his head in a lazy nod and shuffles off toward the kitchen.
Deadman might dissolve into a ball of pure nerves. John couldn’t be so witless to not know the Ghost King was under his roof. Unless— it’s possible the king was purposefully hiding. Powerful things tended to be good at disguising themselves when they wanted to. That seems more likely than the alternative— that John knowingly addressed the king like he had an active death wish.
Boston bites his tongue. Was that little outburst enough to reveal the king’s hidden identity? He doesn’t want to imagine what the king might do if he blew his cover.
“Something the matter, Boston?” John smirks, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
His eyes shift between Constantine and the door the king disappeared through. He really should warn John. As much as he likes to joke that John deserved to go to hell, he truly didn’t deserve to be the petty plaything of the King of the Infinite Realms for all eternity.
“John— you—“ is all he can manage to clip out before the boy reappears. He slips over to the table with three steaming mugs in hand.
He sets the teas down with a thunk and takes a seat next to John. Boston had heard the king could interact with the physical world in a way that ghosts like him couldn’t, but seeing it for himself makes him twist with jealousy. The third mug of tea on the table—the one Boston would not be able to pick up— is a taunting reminder.
“Thanks, mate.” John takes a long sip. The king lifts his mug as well, before his attention shifts, finally, to Deadman.
“So, you must be Boston?” The king pins him with green eyes that glow with all the power of the in between. “John told me all about you.”
“He did?” Boston’s eyes go wide. He looks to John, who gives half a shrug, and Boston confronts another horrible possibility.
John sold him out.
Ghosts aren’t supposed to hang around on the mortal plane, and Boston has certainly overstayed his welcome. It isn’t far out of character for John to lure Boston here just to hand him over. He’s an offering, or a trade of some kind, a bargaining chip for good favor with a very powerful entity. Either way it didn’t matter much now. The king was here to collect his truant ass for good, and he could dunk Deadman into the afterlife simple as swatting a fly. It’d be nearly impossible for Boston to get back.
Pure panic ices through him.
“I promise I’ve done nothing but try to help. I don’t belong in the afterlife, please— I—“ the pleas fall pathetically out of his lips, but he can’t bother to protect his pride now. He can’t go to the afterlife permanently. Not yet.
“Oh, I know what you’ve done.” The king’s lips curl into a smile, hinting at sharp teeth. Deadman considers dissolving. “Honestly, I’m surprised that you, weak as you are, have done as much good as you have.”
“I—what?”
The king sips his tea. “You only do possession? Really? I guess you have to make do with what you’ve got.”
“I’m not sure I—“ Boston frowns. John’s shoulders shake, holding back laughter. “It’s not funny, con man, that’s the King of Ghosts.”
John nods, perfunctory. “That he is.”
Deadman blanches. “What’s he doing in your house?”
The king smirks. “It’s technically sorta my house, at least when it’s in the Infinite Realms.”
“What?!” Boston hisses, and Constantine does let out a chuckle then.
Constantine leans back in his chair. “Relax. Danny helped me with a demon problem in Gotham. He’s staying here for a while.”
“I helped you?” the king side eyes Constantine, grinning. John raises his hands in a gesture of concession.
“Danny?” Deadman practically squeaks, and oh god, did he just call the king by his first name?
“At your service.” The king- Danny- nods with a mock salute.
Boston opens and closes his mouth, as if that might help make sense of what the hell is going on. “So you’re… not here to drag me back to the afterlife?”
“Nope,” Danny replies, popping the p.
Boston puts a hand to his face, mortified, a whirlwind of anxiety still swirling. It seems John still was finding new ways to try to give him an aneurysm.
“I meant it when I said you’ve done good work,” the king continues. “You help people. I can’t say the same for most ghosts who try to make a life outside the realms.”
Boston sinks closer to the table, sitting beside them as much as he’s capable. He lets the warmth of the king’s approval sink into his chest, as well as the relief.
Boston will berate John for the panic he caused later. For now, he’s just glad to have gotten a royal get out of jail free card.
“Ah, we talked too much, your tea’s gone a bit cold.” Danny nods at Boston’s cup, and Boston bites back a bitter retort. But there’s no mocking edge to Danny’s face, only a kindness, and a familiar conspiratorial bend.
Boston can see why he and John get along.
He reaches for the cup, just to humor his king, and—
His fingers close around the mug, solid, real. He can feel the lingering warmth of the tea, the weight of the cup in his hand. Slowly, he lifts it to his lips to sip. It tastes bitter, and sweet.
He looks up at Danny in shock.
“How?” he whispers.
Danny shrugs. “Ghosts have an easier time interacting with the physical world when they’re around me.”
Boston might cry.
Danny just smiles. “You’re welcome. Oh, and also—“
Danny points over his shoulder to a door on the far wall. The wood of the door is so dark it’s nearly purple. Boston knew it hadn’t been there before, because now that it’s here he can’t ignore it. It pulls at him even stronger than the king does.
“That’s yours,” the king explains. “The House of Mystery agreed to let it stay here so you can have easier passage back and forth to the Realms. It’s not good for you to stay away for so long.”
Deadman understands the weight of this gift innately. But he can’t help the trepidation that tickles at the thought of willingly leaving the living world, even if it isn’t permanently.
“Thanks. I think.” he says finally.
“It’s nothing.” Danny smiles.
John grins, utterly too pleased with himself. “Oh don’t look so glum Deadman, you’re still the number one ghost in my heart.”
“Fuck you Johnny.”
John just laughs, and so does the king, and Boston, despite himself, joins them.
The door, his door, lingers, an open invitation. He’ll leave that journey for later.
Okay but teacher Grace on Erid having very little say in which kids get filtered into his class, though he is aware that the selection process is super specific and that most of the kids he gets are high performers with star academics and some even with influential parents. He isn't quite comfortable enough with Eridian culture yet to object to the selection process and make it more inclusive, however. That is, until he learns about the special needs kids.
Obviously, there are Eridian kids with special needs, and a few of them even filter into his classes. But one specific type of special needs kid has never shown up in his classes, and the only reason he even learned of the condition is because Rocky and Adrien's first pebble has the condition.
It's initially quite a struggle for them to deal with, and Grace sympathizes of course, because the child will apparently have huge learning and academic struggles and will likely never be able to live on their own. That is, until he learns the details of the disability.
Basically, it's a condition where the part of the Eridian brain that gives them their eidetic memory isn't fully developed, and so these kids just... can't remember things the way most eridians do. And in a culture where an eidetic memory is the norm, all things cater to that, so not having that is actually a massive disability.
But Grace is like, so... this kid just learns the same way a human does, or something like. Which is nothing new to him, though he is somewhat boggled at how much Rocky and Adrian struggle with their infant and their "slow" learning curve, even as far as initial developmental stages. Grace, on the other hand, simply treats the kid the same way he would a human infant, and Rocky and Adrien are impressed with his patience.
But, through this, it occurs to Grace that there must be other kids out there with this disability who likely aren't getting the attention and chances in life that they deserve, because Eridian culture is particularly hostile toward this disability, and actively views those with it as unable to function in regular society.
So Grace demands that a special course be put together where he teaches kids with this disability specifically. Rocky is hesitant, as most kids with this disability are home schooled and kind of... kept shut away. But Grace insists and as one of Erid's saviors, he gets what he wants eventually.
His first class is super small, maybe only three kids because so few parents were willing to advertise that their children have this disability. And because of the stigma around it, even those who agreed to it are super unsure and want to be present during the lessons, perhaps paranoid about the impression it will leave on Savior Grace, who is so accustomed to only teaching the most gifted students.
But Grace knows exactly how to deal with these kids. Some of them have varying degrees of function when it comes to their memory banks, which isn't so unlike teaching kids on earth. And so Grace is able to introduce all these tools and teaching techniques that were previously unheard of on Erid (though very normal on Earth) like having textbooks for reference with you at all times and having strategies that are less focused on memorization for understanding, and providing these kids with tools like calculators and teaching them the art of taking notes to look back on, etc etc.
Suddenly, with all these tools that most Eridians don't need, these kids are learning at a much faster rate, and succeeding with the help of all their little tools. And because so many normal eridians are ignorant of Grace's actual biology, it's shocking to them that Savior Grace doesn't have an eidetic memory either (shocking to everyone but Rocky anyway)--that his brain functions quite similarly in capacity to these "disabled" children.
Once this news gets around, suddenly there's more kids in his special classes, and there's all kinds of discourse being inflamed because the real reason these kids can't live on their own or function is lack of support from Eridian society.
If Savior Grace, who is well respected as a genius in his own right amongst the Eridians, can function so successfully, they why can't these kids?
I dunno, I just think it's an interesting premise.
Ancient of Space!Phantom who can, and does create planets, as well as stars, asteroids, ect. Its part of his job and he remembers every single thing hes ever created. But, he remembers Krypton the most, and with great fondness.
Krypton was the first planet Phantom ever created. He had so much fun, and since it was his first, he put so much care into it. He cried when the first signs of life took form- but after creating the planet, Phantom could no longer directly interfere, he could only watch.
Phantom was so sad when Krypton was destroyed, and he thought all of the inhabitants were dead. He mourned the Planet and the life it held for a long time. When he eventually met the Supers, and smelled Krypton clinging to them, he openly wept. Phantom immediately picked them all up, and cradled them in his arms like they were his babies, chirping happily that some fragments of his beloved First Creation still existed.
Hey, anyone who said this outfit would be perfect for Ghost King Phantom? Tada
I posted this on a DPxDC discord server, and they said to "lemme reblog this on tumblr!!!" so here we are
King Danny outfit in Wip is currently being changed.... because omfg ..... this is one of the best King Phantom fan art I've seen in a while!! And im an OG of the Phandom. Ive been a Phan since Danny Phantom aired in 2004.
Wip currently
Excuse typos, missing words and bad punctuation. This is still being written so I haven't done a whole lot of editing yet.
Here’s my take on Ancient of Space/Ghost King Danny. His wings can be used like shields, with the outsides being pitch black and the inside having actual constellations and stars (from the human realm and Ghost Zone)
Why hands? A. They look pretty awesome and I like to think that he can change the whites of wings to be black and completely blend in with the night sky. Also have an idea for spooky imagery where Danny can manipulate shadows with his wings and the shadows have hands. Dark like spilled ink and when he flies they leave trails.
The wings also act like shields, because the dark outside parts can literally suck anything into them, like a black hole. And when the wings are enclosed around people, it’s like they are floating completely in space, with no idea where the wings start or end.
and Lichtenstein figure that branches out from the hand that pressed the button (and has the Ring) and coalesces where his core is on his chest. :3
That’s all from me folks
OH WAIT—
I was playing around with light, so, I dunno, here’s this. Also could someone maybe tell me how to get better image quality on tumblr? These are png.s so… I don’t know…
And here’s normal version without spooky ghost powers (if not counting the wings) Eldritch creature Danny is a yes in my book
Some dejointed drawings and doodles of my own post-canon headcanons! Where humans send a ship to their neighbors in order to meet them, and make sure their sun didnt die in case Rocky wasn't successful, but end up finding a very much alive Ryland Grace, looking younger than he should and living his best life on Erid
I'm just fascinated by the idea of humans and eridians collaborating and what that would look like. We are so advanced in some areas they lack, while they are so advanced in some areas where WE lack due to our respective biologies, the progress from both sides would be insane.
Of course, Eridians would also want to go to Earth, and is only fair they get a nice place to stay too. Maybe is then Grace decides to go back, to act as an ambassador for the Eridians, to see the place he worked so hard to keep alive. But i think eventually, after many years living on Earth (specially with the extended lifespan) he would want to go back, yeah the 2gs suck on his bones but he has more of a home on Erid than he ever did on Earth, anyway, there's people waiting for him there.
Had a thought that Grace technically never used reverse translation for Rocky, and Rocky understood him without a translator because he basically learned the language himself.
And you know all those jokes and headcanons about Rocky swearing every other word like any self-respecting engineer would, right? And Grace most likely did enter all those words into the translator, but replaced them with softer censored equivalents because he himself doesn’t really swear so the idea that someone might be talking to him in profanity every other sentence probably never even crossed his mind.
Now imagine this. They finally arrive to Erid. Grace desperately wants to make a good first impression, so he spends days hunched over his laptop, painstakingly assembling a greeting speech out of fragments from Rocky’s recordings.
And the resulting first contact speech sounds… bad. Like really bad. He turns the laptop toward the delegation looking unbelievably proud of himself. Presses play. And the computer proceeds to unleash a magnificent torrent of multilayered alien profanity stitched together from fragments of Rocky’s voice. Grace has absolutely no idea.
Rocky watched all of these preparations in silence the entire time, making those sly whistling noises that could absolutely be interpreted as laughter. Rocky's proud.
Meanwhile the Eridians are just thinking: "Yep. Okay. This leaky space blob really did spend years with our Rocky."
Emperor Obi-Wan au: Obi-Wan starts falling after Qui-Gon's death. He sticks it out for a few months, trying to regain himself, but inevitably Falls. Anakin is taken from him and he's expelled from the Order.
Obi-Wan reconnects with Dooku and they end up deciding that Sidous has to go. Sidious, facing an actual threat, tries moving forward with his plans. This is a decade long battle, triggering the Clone Wars and nearly ending with Palpatine becoming emperor before Obi-Wan kills him and seizes power. (Dooku is a very proud grandmaster. He takes a well deserved vacation.)
Obi-Wan has all the power and the Jedi are backed into a corner. They're losing the war, losing public approval, losing their independence. Obi-Wan offers them an out, a way to end the war, to retain their independence, to be left alone. He proposes a marriage betwren a Sith and a Jedi, to bring balance to the force, to bring peace to the galaxy.
He, of course, will only accept Anakin.
Obi-Wan has kept an eye on him from afar. Has seen the man he has grown into, a well respected knight and general, a brilliant warrior and powerhouse in the Force. Obi-Wan has missed his presence for 15 years, has felt the hole where there bond was like a missing limb all this time. He wants Anakin and Anakin wants an end to this war.
The wedding is a spectacle across the galaxy. Mostly I want Anakin to be decked out in the most over the top white robes.
Things are very tense for the first few months. Anakin has fond memories of Obi-Wan, of the master who first taught him of the Force, who was kind and gentle. This man is a stranger wearing a familiar face. But he treats Anakin well, only seeming to want his company, his mind and his attention. He doesn't demand anything more than his time.
More than that though, Obi-Wan starts giving Anakin the most over the top presents. Obi-Wan brings Shimi (alive in this au) to the captial. He frees Tatoonie and starts systemically stomping out slavery across the galaxy. He gives the clones citizenship and allows the Jedi to continue.
Anakin slowly realizes that Obi-Wan will give him Anything he wants. Obi-Wan may rule the galaxy but Anakin rules his heart. Obi-Wan induldges his every whim, his every desire, and asks for little in return. Obi-Wan loves him, desires him, but never crosses the line, too wary of losing him again.
As soon as he realizes the power he holds, he starts teasing Obi-Wan relentlessly. He's playing the temptress, the treasure that Obi-Wan owns but cannot hold. Riling him up and walking away. Obi-Wan recongizes what he's doing and lets him, but not without warning him.
"Dear heart, you are playing a dangerous game."
Anakin keeps pushing. Eventually it quits being about what he can withold and becomes about seeing what will finally get Obi-Wan to snap. He wants him to. Anakin has fallen in love, but he's also they're playing sexual tension chicken and he wants to win.
I just want Obi-Wan eventually taking him to bed and worshipping him, prasing him, stripping Anakin down to his most vunerable and love hungry self. Anakin eats it up.
