I am insulted this has no more text, and I’m here to change itt.
I usually write very weirdly, lots of descriptions, no clear lines, I’m very sorry for it :’j
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Danny talked about this for a while, as batman kept asking for more descriptions and what to do in emergency, because Danny had somehow forgotten to write that down when he joined the league.
Danny mentioned he was electrocuted to death, and it immediately triggered Flash and Captain Marvel, because first, both their powers were all about energy and electricity, but Flash was the most affected, he couldn’t sleep peacefully for days, seeing ways in which his accident could have, paths where he was very affected and powerless, alternate universes where he would not be able to move carelessly ever again, where he would never talk or hear without technological help, where he wasn’t himself,
Flash went to Danny with it all, asking him, why had all that not happened to himself, why had he gotten powers and not a fried nervous system. Danny answered: “Flash, no matter if you hadn’t been hit with chemicals, no matter if your accident had been in broad daylight, or in the middle of a park, you were already chosen, chosen for this heroic path, and while there are many alternative realities where it goes wrong, but you, you specifically, this universes Flash, you were chosen by the Speedforce herself”
Danny has been a part of the League for a while now and has finally revealed his human half to them. Danny was in a meeting in ghost form when he takes out his hearing aids. Turns out Danny's ear drums had been blown out in his accident so now he needed hearing aids, he casually unzips a pouch on his suit and changes the batteries in the middle of the meeting. Danny looks up at the League and casually signs "deaf" as he puts his hearing aids back in. "Oh that explains why you were ignoring me." Flash said as he realized that Phantom had his hearing aids out when Flash went to talk to him. "Is there any other health concerns we should know about?" Batman asked. Danny immediately lists that he suffers from chronic pain, that his vocal cords had been mostly fried when he died and that him being able to speak again was a miracle, and that sometimes he had hand tremors and needed to use a cane or crutches if he's not flying. Batman is writing all of this down. "How did you die exactly?" Shazam asked. "I was electrocuted." Phantom said
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i just exploded EEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE DOM ART AGAIN AND ITS PAPER AND PENCIL THIS TIME!!!!!!
Ok, so i have a small ides for this (yes, it’s kinda sad)
He had killed Jason.
Look, Danny knew it was The *infinite* realms, but he never thought to much of it, but now? Now he would overthink every single decision he makes for the rest of his afterlife, even reading silly little comics alone, Danny messed everything up.
He really liked Red Hood, he liked the origin of Red Hood, he liked his Robin days, he liked him. But now, seeing those green eyes a couple feet away from him, he felt guilt.
He had been excited, i mean, his favorite comic character! In flesh and bone!. But just as that happiness arrived, it left, he thought back at the small questions and comments Clockwork loved to make about his comics “Do you feel Damian would like animals?” “Would Batman make a good dad?” “It’s kinda funny how he doesn’t wear pants” “Oh, you would like more space heroes?” He had made an entire universe his playground because he was bored and lonely. he knew his power, but this was different.
Danny had never felt like this, maybe a couple times after Dani, or when Tucker or Sam got injured, but it wasn’t the same; This feeling made him feel a guilt he had only read in the comics, an anger only a red lantern could feel, sadness that he didn’t know where it was coming from, and everything made him feel like being forced to eat a watermelon in only a bite, it was to much for him to handle, his mind and body where collapsing.
The Justice League summoned the Ghost King for (xyz, whatever you want)
They were in defensive position, the King was a teen/young adult (whatever is convenient) but they knew that looks were deceiving so they waited for any aggressive body language, nothing came, so Red Hood (designated from being the one with the closest connections to death) stepped out of the group, he was a couple feet away (maybe 4 or 5) but even from there he could see (and sense???) the change of emotions (He hadn’t even said a word yet…) at first the King was calm, a smile on his face and muscles relaxed; but now the mood change, his face went slightly blue and pupils small, even his body was shaking, but he could sense something (sadness?) and that something made him approach him slightly.
“I’m so sorry…” from the corner of his vision he saw how everyone covered their ears, even a couple made pained expressions.
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My inspiration went Woosh, you can continue, just tag me pls.
Also, English not my first language, I haven’t written in a big while, sorry for any mistakes :’P
When Danny became the Ghost King he left many things behind: a normal life, his friends, his parents, his sister. All he had left were his space models, glowing stars and some things that he could read.
The halfa knew the situation was not that bad. The ghosts were very friendly and his loved ones could visit whenever they wanted. Time in the Realms was strange, and it would seem like an eternity but they would come eventually.
Seeing their King so down, the ghosts presented him different interests to distract him (Teens needed entertainment, right?) and thanks to Clockwork (who was accused of cheating) Danny found out how much he loved comics and how much he had missed them.
Seeing that this made their King happy, the other ghosts provided thousands of versions of those comics. Danny's mentor warned him to take comics seriously, but he dismissed the comment.
The Realms were infinite and since ghosts could go through the (now stable) natural portals or ask Wulf for help, collecting comics from different dimensions wasn't difficult. They found at least 5199 versions of the Justice League comics the first time. Their King would be happy.
Danny even participated in some of the polls with the help of Clockwork! One of them was called "Kill Jason Todd?" The king thought it was ironic to ask a dead man that and marked yes. He was delighted when volumes of "Red Hood" appeared a few weeks later, Jason was amazing!
Of course, every action has its consequence. When he was summoned to help with a problem in another dimension, the king quickly noticed that the Justice League was real, the same one from his comics. And his favorite character, Red Hood, was looking at him with a frown.
Taking the situation in, Danny felt the weight of guilt on his head as the boy's toxic green eyes looked up at him. He...had he killed him? Did he supported his death? He remembered the 50/50 poll results initially, and how his vote decided the boy's fate.
Even trapped in his castle and just reading comics all day, Danny kept messing things up.
I really be asking myself “Why does this year feel shorter than the last one?” And the answer is, I spent the whole fucking summer and a bit more in a hospital, two bitch months of the same routine
Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.
I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.
Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.
Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.
Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.
i think it’s about time for dominic sessa to play a deranged fucked up dude. like. i wanna see him crash the fuck out and be so terrifying.
“are you okay” HOW CAN I BE OKAY IF MY FAVOURTIE SCOTTISH MAN WITH A WEIRD MOHAWK AND FUNNY FACE IS DEAD AND DIED IN THE WORST BUILD UP POSSIBLE
imagine being a black spider person and you roll up to HQ thinking you bout to see 10,000 versions of you only to find out that nah the base Spider-person is a white brunette man from Queens and you're a minority even among fucking randomly selected superheros bro id be so tight
hobie probably thought the society was gonna be a room full of other black punk people only to find out that 45% of the members are middle aged men who look like they work at staples i feel for him
woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic
Teacher: *Puts questions in the homework*
Me: *Answers them one by one*
Teacher: "Oh btw guys, these questions are just supposed to be a guide, don't answer them one by one, make a small paragraph that includes a general idea of the questions"
Me: *Confused, overwhelmed, doesn't know what to do, has to re-do homework *