#warden walker

[capnportofficial]

danny phantom + txtposts 2/?

[donpaoloslongnose]

How ghosts were interviewing about Danny

Pointdexter: I was told he wouldn't break any school rules... HE BURNED THE WHOLE SCHOOL GROUNDS!

*swaps with Ember*

Ember: He beat up my whole band and then wrote an essay about it and got a C. This kid might be the descendant of Phariah Dark-

*swaps with Skulker*

Skulker: You don't fight the halfa... One day you just wake up in the ghost zone again

*swaps with Fright Knight*

Fright Knight: I told him, "Where is your honor?" He looked at me dead in the eyes and said "Bitch, fuck honor".

Interviewer: You're kidding.

Fright Knight: AIN'T THAT WHAT YOU PEOPLE DO?!

*Swaps with Johnny*

Johnny: I called him a pipsqueak and all of the sudden Shadow dropped dead!

Interviewer: But he's already a ghost-

Johnny: EXACTLY!

*swaps with Technus*

Technus: His ghost powers... Buddy, that ain't normal powers, that's Pariah Dark's- *starts crying* I can't breathe...

*swaps with Youngblood*

Youngblood: Have ye ever been dragged on the ground while someone was driving?

Interviewer: No.

Youngblood: It's worse than what it looks like.

*swaps with Walker's prison guards*

Guard: This got arrested, beat up my boss twice and released every single prisoner and yet he cracks up 67 jokes. WHO THE FUCK ARE WE ARRESTING-

*swaps with Undergrowth*

Undergrowth: [sobbing] He froze all my plants so he could aura farm and walk through the plants and shit... He did look cool asf tho.

Interviewer: Yep.

Undergrowth: I know.

[fruitytrollroll]

for whom the bell tolls, by lacrimalis - chapter 6:

"Well? Let's hear it, Clockwork," Dan hisses, vitriolic doubt dripping from his poisonous tongue, like he's waiting for Clockwork to disappoint him. Issuing a challenge out of spite—one which he expects Clockwork to fail. Clockwork takes a shuddering breath. Laying down for the first time in ages, he feels the pendulum in his chest strain against its fulcrum. "If I am too much of a coward to kill you," Clockwork says, "then I have a duty of care not only to mitigate your suffering, but to enrich your life—as much as I am able, while still observing my other responsibilities." Dan considers this for a long moment, his eyes narrowing with sour scrutiny. "... So I'm still your pet," he surmises, unimpressed. "But a pet I think very fondly of," Clockwork says with a sly and weary smile. Dan scoffs, averting his gaze to cast a weak glare at the corner of the canopy. "... You're unbelievable." "Am I wrong?" Clockwork coyly asks. He lifts a hand and tugs on the band of the medallion still hanging around Dan's neck. "Your 'collar' bears my initials, does it not...?"

[touchofhemlocktea]

This is just an opinion on a trope from me being an overthinker and an angst lover.

I don't actually particularly like the no nuance, ghost fighting equals friendship thing, especially on Danny's end.

For one, on the comedic end this usually results in the loss of autonomy and "joking" victim blaming on Danny's end. The infantilization, even if Danny is objectively in a better place for it, urks me somewhat.

On the more serious side, if you take into account the original motivations of many of the ghosts and their actions, a lot of them are still pretty unforgivable.

Vlad continually targeting Danny and his mother is not cured by calling it an obsession.

Skulker hunting him in revenge for saving an animal from him isn't really suddenly acceptable.

The multiple mind control ghost incidents, including Ember, aren't really suddenly acceptable. Ember and Dora both use mind control in a way that would have resulted in SA of a compromised party.

Walker looks even more like a power hungry bully.

Johnny 13 seduced Danny's sister under false pretenses, and tried to use her as a meatsuit for his girlfriend. If he had succeeded, he would have, at best, been a murder, and at worst, indirectly assaulted a helpless Jazz.

You have to heavily rewrite everyone's initial encounters to make the headcanon make sense.

Even then, if Danny isn't aware of the real reasons his human life is being ruined, he's perfectly justified in still hating every single one of them.

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

“That’s against the rules, Sasuke Uchiha.”

Yeah, this is the dumbest shitpost I’ve made all year. Just saying and now y’all have to deal with it.

[bet-on-me-13]

Concept: Waller x Walker

So! This is a Crack Idea.

Somehow, someday, Amanda Waller meets Warden Walker and they fall in love.

That is all.

[kettlefire]

Kid Flash & the Prison.

Wally West doesn't believe in the supernatural.

Aliens? Sure. Atlanteans? Understandable. Clones? Yes, makes perfect sense.

Magic and ghosts? Party tricks.

It's not real, and it never will be.

That's the only reason he accepted the stupid bet. He knows Robin was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help it.

M'gann was so sure it was haunted. Swore up and down that it just didn't feel right, and tried to talk Wally out of it.

He wasn't going to wuss out in front of her. So he went in. He took up the bet and went inside the haunted old prison.

An hour. He just had to survive an hour in the creaky, dark, damp building.

That can't be so hard, right?

He steeled himself, laughed of the concerned looks, and went straight in. Ignoring the looming voice in the back of his head telling him to turn away.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind him, a cold chill filled the air, and...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wally could hear the slight dripping of an old pipe somewhere, but that was all.

The prison was just that. An old abandoned prison, falling apart on it's edges. That was it. Nothing more nothing less, and Wally laughed at himself for his stupid fear.

He zoomed through the building, going into every room. Looking at every nook and cranny. Taking pictures so make sure no one could say he stayed huddle at the door.

It wasn't until he reached the Warden's office that something happened.

It wasn't a big deal, Wally was just certain a draft knocked over one of those rotten wooden shelves. That's what the crash was, no need to fret. Wally absolutely didn't jump at the sound.

He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and pulled...

Nothing happened. The door refused to open. The knob turned, it wasn't locked. Yet it felt like door might be barricaded, so tightly that Wally couldn't even shove it an inch.

It only made Wally want to get in even more. He's been to every other inch of this prison, he wasn't going to let a rotten door stop him.

But then it happened. Translucent glowing green arms shot out of the wooden door, gripping at Wally's skin in an ice cold and bruising grasp.

He didn't scream. No, Wally shouted. That's all he did. It was manly, 100%, he just got a little jump scared that's it.

His comm crackled to life, and Wally could hear the voices of his team through thick static. He could barely make it out, what with trying not to get pulled into the door.

The old rotten door wasn't a door anymore. It swirled a glowing green and purple color, and the presence of it sent a chill down Wally's spine.

This time, as Wally felt the floor slipping from under him, Wally screamed. A blood curdling sound because this wasn't supposed to happen.

The speedster wasn't sure if he had just closed his eyes, or if he passed out. Yet, when he opened his eyes again he was in a prison.

A prison. Not The Prison.

The walls were a sickly purple grey, the sky above him was inky black with the occasional streak of green. And Wally realized very quickly, he wasn't on Earth anymore.

Maybe he should have been more concerned by the green beings dressed in riot gear circling around him. Or the fact that he was now wearing a grey and black jumpsuit, his super suit and mask completely missing.

But no. No the thing that sent a numbing wave of dread through was the man.

The man, who could barely be called a man, that loomed over him. Dressed in white and black suit. Whose skin was a deathly white.

An almost skeletal look to his face, yet Wally didn't doubt he strength and power in that man.

The man who called himself Warden Walker.

Walker wasted no time in listening a startling list of rules Wally had broken. Rules that would lead him to spend much too long trapped in this ghostly prison.

As much as Wally hated to admit it, that's what it was. Ghosts.

And he had no clue how to get free. Even as he was changed, and lead around the prison. To the mess hall. Even as Wally started down at the food that looked absolutely radioactive.

In this moment, Wally realized how screwed he truly was. Terrified of what would happen next. Would his friends try going into the prison after him?

How much time has even passed? Would his friends end up trapped here with him? Would they get worse treatment? How could a human be in a ghost prison?!

His spiraling panic and stressed came to a complete halt when she sat down. Grey skin and firey blue hair, Wally couldn't help but find her beauty enticing.

Her boyfriend, however, looked as if he could snap Wally in two. Looming forming, looking to be a metallic suit and firey green mohawk.

Wally really thought he was going to get the weirdest beat down of his life.

Except the conversation quickly shifter a plan for a riot. Talk of how to get Wally out of there. Leaving the speedster absolutely flabbergasted. Why would they help?

Every time Wally tried to ask the ghosts why, they kept brushing him off. Until finally he got an answer from Ember. Which only left him with more questions.

"Because the dipstick would be a bigger pain if we let a human stay here."

[asofterphantom]

(some people aren't books, they're poems.)