What If Danny Is Known As The Mourning King Because His Ghost Form Wont Stop Crying And His Ghost Wail

So I'm offering you a skeleton of one of the coyote/ wolf hybrids ( coywolfs) that live in the graveyard next to the Mystic Lakes in my town, and a head cannon type thing?

One of my favorite things is the idea that ghosts purr when content, and can make all sorts of weird noises with their core. What if they make other noises with other emotions?

I've been obsessed with the idea that Danny makes either a TV static noise or a dial up Internet noise when he blue screens

he gives away his position once or twice making error sounds when trying to comprehend the other hero's instructions on how to proceed with their attack

[guide] for Wild and Hyrule

[ GUIDE ]:     as they go in for a hug, the sender gently rests a hand and guides the receiver’s head to rest against their shoulder/chest.

Hyrule isn’t very good at hugs. He never knows what to do with his arms, or his head. How long is too long? When should he step back? What if he squeezes too hard?

Sky is great at hugs and more than happy to pull someone in. The traveler tries to take direction from him but hugs still remain…stilted. Awkward. It’s easier to avoid them outright rather than mess them up.

Which makes Wild’s apparent mission of pulling Hyrule into hugs–difficult. He likes the champion and is delighted to spend time with him. But every hug is another reminder that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. There were too few people in his era to practice hugs. 

“Hey Hyrule!” Wilds scoops him into a hug as he comes up and Hyrule panics on where to put his hands and whether to squeeze back. He ends up going for pats on the back which aren’t right, but at least a safe choice. 

Wild lets him go and steps back with a frown. “I never asked, do hugs bother you?”

“No! No, sorry, I just…” Hyrule’s cheeks blaze, but he needs to admit this. “I don’t know what to do so…sorry. Sorry.”

Rather than be upset, Wild brightens. “Hey, no apologies. I didn’t know how to give hugs when I woke up, did you know that?” He taps his head. “No memory means no hugs.”

“What did you do?”

“Sidon taught me! And then Riju untaught me his habits.” 

Having met the large red Zora, Hyrule can only imagine what that might have looked like.

“Anyway,” the champion continues, “I can help! Come here.”

Hyrule steps forward again and Wild pulls him closer. “Wrap your arms around my back–below my arms. Otherwise you’ll end up on my neck. There you go. Nice firm pressure across your forearms!”

This is silly; he’s staring at Wild’s tunic even as his arms keep contact. Why doesn’t he know how to hug?

“Good, now, here.” Wild gently pushes on the traveler’s head, guiding it to lean on his shoulder. Then his arm goes back to wrapping around Hyrule’s back. “Okay?”

“...yeah.” This is–nice, actually. To be close to someone else. He can hear Wild’s heart beating. 

Wild hums and it vibrates through his chest. “Don’t worry, hugging just takes practice. We have all the time in the world.”

Batman and Robin(?)

Thinking about Bruce dying, being buried and at peace(probably kicked the bucket protecting one of his kids or friends)

His soul is just resting inside his body, he does have regrets strong enough to become a ghost™ but his soul refuses to, he is just waiting for his kids to move on

And then someone looks at this soul and it's like "this one, this one is perfect for the young king"

Rich pregnant socialite: So we went to this clinic and let them manipulate our genes so we're 100% sure our child won't have any disease, he will have my hair and his father eyes and so much things we did for him! And you Bruce ?

Brucie: Found em in the trash. Except Tim, he found me in the trash.

Dick, exhausted Eldest Daughter, in desperate need of time alone: *looks out of his apartment’s window*

His feral younger siblings:

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Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

Dpxdc prompt:

Danny has made a bet to haunt and scare the inhabitants of a certain place.

His first attempt at spooking someone did not go like he thought it would. He ended up in a staring contest with Cass till the awkwardness of it had him disappearing and fleeing the scene. All his other attempts resulted in a similar result.

It soon became a point of pride. Didn't matter that he got everyone else to run screaming away from him. Cass was the one person he couldn't spook, and it bothered him. A surprise jump does not count.

Cass from her pov keeps reading Danny as harmless as a tiny kitten all throughout his antics.

Danny's rogues have been spreading a little misinformation.

In their defense, it was really funny.

They've been spreading the word via Ouija boards, seances, and any other attempt to speak with the dead that Phantom is the High King of Ghosts.

Except that position doesn't really exist.

Sure, they called Pariah Dark the King of Ghosts, but that was at his own request.

The Infinite Realms are vast, with many different cultures and lands, and there are a lot of Kings. It's not a special title, honestly, it's just the title used to delegate who, in a culture, has to put up with talking to the Observants.

So they decided to get the little shit back for stopping them from playing in the Living world. They're just tryna have fun!

And destroy stuff.

But destroying stuff is fun!

As is telling a shit ton of flesh puppet idiots that Phantom, that scrawny kid, is the "High King" of the Realms.

This resulted in him constantly getting summoned to cult summonings, running him ragged and giving them, his rogues, more time to play.

But uh.

Ember is starting to think they may have fucked up.

Because babypop just broke down into a sobbing, heaving panic attack at the sight of her.

She manages to get out of him that he hasn't slept in three days.

And like.

He's half living?

He's supposed to sleep more than that?

Yeah they fucked up.

Ugh.

She's gonna have to go talk to them, isn't she?

So that's how a meeting between Justice League and Justice League Dark gets interrupted by the ghost of a rock star, with a living teenager having one of the worst panic attacks any of them have seen in awhile cradled in her arms, asking Justice League Dark to invent an amulet that prevents Summonings.

Wade cannot handle all that